First Timothy

(Verse)
Dust of Ephesus, shadows in the nave
A shepherd’s warning to the souls he came to save
The wind whispers myths and endless genealogies
Binding the spirit in cold, ancient legacies
The law is a mirror for the lawless and profane
For the killers of fathers, for the marks of Cain
But the grace of the Master is a river deep and wide
Where the chief of all sinners has nowhere left to hide.

(Pre-chorus)
The pillar and the ground of truth is swaying in the gloom,
Beyond the reach of vanity and the shadow of the tomb.
We hold the sacred mystery that the worldly wise deny,
While the ancient sirens of the law begin to wail and cry.

(Chorus)
In the ink of the Spirit, on the parchment of the soul
To the King eternal, immortal, in control
Invisible and only, in the light no man can find
The mystery of godliness is waking up the blind.

(Verse)
Lifting up holy hands without anger or dispute
The garden of the heart bears its heavy, quiet fruit
Deacons in the darkness, elders in the flame
Preserving the mystery of the Great Holy Name
For the Spirit speaks clearly of the falling away
Of seared consciences in the heat of the day
They forbid the wedding, they command the fast
But the truth is a fortress that is built to last.

(Bridge)
The root of all evil is the hunger for the gold
A pierce through the heart when the spirit is sold
Flee from the shadows, pursue the right way
Fight the good fight in the fading of the day.

(Pre-chorus)
The pillar and the ground of truth is swaying in the gloom,
Beyond the reach of vanity and the shadow of the tomb.
We hold the sacred mystery that the worldly wise deny,
While the ancient sirens of the law begin to wail and cry.

(Chorus)
In the ink of the Spirit, on the parchment of the soul
To the King eternal, immortal, in control
Invisible and only, in the light no man can find
The mystery of godliness is waking up the blind.

(Chorus)
In the ink of the Spirit, on the parchment of the soul
To the King eternal, immortal, in control
Invisible and only, in the light no man can find
The mystery of godliness is waking up the blind.

(Outro)
Keep the commandment without spot or blame
Until the appearing of the Great Holy Name
In the hush of the temple, in the cold metal rain
The grace be with you...
The grace remains.

High tempo, cinematic goth metal with a male baritone gravel voice with a harmonic melodic chorus