Book of John

(Verse 1)
The void was screaming, then the Word took form
A cosmic rupture, the quiet before the storm!
Not born of blood, nor the will of the flesh
But a Light cutting deep through the shadows’ mesh!
He walked the dust with the stars in His grip
The world didn’t know Him—the ultimate slip!

(Pre-Chorus)
Water to wine, the first crack in the glass
The old ways are dying, the shadows will pass!
He’s spitting on dirt to open the eyes
Of a generation fed on comfortable lies!

(Chorus)
The Word is a blade.
The Light is a fire.
Seven signs high
Above the funeral pyre!
He IS.

(Verse 2)
Lazarus rotting, four days in the cave
The stench of the failure, the weight of the grave!
But the Voice of the Maker commands the decay:
"COME FORTH FROM THE DARK!"—Death is stripped of its prey!
He wept for the friend but He laughed at the tomb
Breaking the seal of the ultimate doom!

(Chorus)
The Word is a blade.
The Light is a fire.
Seven signs high
Above the funeral pyre!
He IS.

(Bridge)
Eat of the bread.
Drink of the cup.
The Hour is coming.
The Son is lifted up.
LIFTED UP.
LIFTED UP!

(Breakdown)
BETRAYED IN THE GARDEN!
THE KING WEARS THE THORNS!
IT IS FINISHED—THE VEIL IS TORN!
THE GRAVE IS EMPTY!
THE LION IS BORN!
GUILTY NO MORE!

(Pre-Chorus)
Water to wine, the first crack in the glass
The old ways are dying, the shadows will pass!
He’s spitting on dirt to open the eyes
Of a generation fed on comfortable lies!

(Chorus)
The Word is a blade.
The Light is a fire.
Seven signs high
Above the funeral pyre!
He IS.

(Chorus)
The Word is a blade.
The Light is a fire.
Seven signs high
Above the funeral pyre!
He IS.

A cinematic, Gothic Doom Metal track characterized by a low-register, deep baritone male vocal with a mournful delivery