Come crumbling as the shattering of faith
He who cannot stand for his Lord will sleep forever without wake

And among us are the faithless who long only for the glory of this world
Among us are faithless but I am not of them
For I long only to die in His arms

In the eyes of God I am His testament

The wool is warm with comfort but this is coated in deception
For the sheep will soon be stripped and it will freeze without protection
Bare blooded and ripe for failure
This is where all are defined by His will
Thy knees will testify, did he stand to the throne?
The pigs drown spiraling alone

Arrogant, the goblet raise you high, the portrait of perfection
Do you not see this pride itself is an infection?
Nigh is the hour when trumpets will close the graves
And may those who stood for their Lord rejoice, let cowards sink and settle for remorse

On tables stretched horror stares, to rape our lungs of precious air
Three times to the skies our hands we raise: Reverse this curse, this violent plague

It is infectious, the dispersion of bone of the spineless
Live like a wordless dog, may you forever remain silent
Or stand for His throne
Relieve the world of it's infectious ailment

In the eyes of God I am his testament

Come crumbling for without God, one exists without meaning
We are his testament serving as the heart and flesh

When one part of this body aches we seek to cure it's distress
We are the testament