(INTRO) (Distorted, low-frequency hum. A sudden explosion of double-bass drumming and a screeching, dissonant guitar riff.) (VERSE 1) The silver is cold in the traitor’s palm A garden of sweat becomes a garden of blood The shadows of olives are reaching like claws While the lawmen sharpen their wooden laws! No lightning strikes, no angels descend Just the rhythmic march of the bitter end Kiss the cheek, ignite the fuse The King is bound in a crown of bruises! (VERSE 2) Six hours of mockery, six hours of spit The velvet is torn, the fire is lit Pilate washes the guilt from his skin While the mob drinks deep from the wine of sin! The lash is a tongue that licks the bone He carries the forest, he carries it alone Drag the timber through the city of stone The throne is a wreck, the wreck is a throne! (CHORUS) Nails in the light, thorns in the breath Dancing on the razor of a holy death The sky turns black, the veil starts to tear There’s a god-shaped hole in the freezing air! (VERSE 3) Lifted high on a fractured spine The water is bitter, the blood is the wine The clock is a hammer, the seconds are lead Counting the heartbeats of the living dead! Total eclipse. The curtain is shredded. The debt is paid. The doom is embedded. (BRIDGE) (Tempo drops into a sludge-heavy, crushing breakdown. Vocals shift to a gutteral growl.) Hammer. Steel. Wood. Weight. The sun is dying in a copper sky! The sun is dying! The earth is screaming a hollow lie! The earth is screaming! DRIVE. THE. SPIKE. (CHORUS) Nails in the light, thorns in the breath Dancing on the razor of a holy death The sky turns black, the veil starts to tear There’s a god-shaped hole in the freezing air! (VERSE 4) The dust of Jerusalem chokes out the sun The race to the bottom has finally been won! Heaving in silence, the lungs start to fail The gravity of heaven is pinned to a nail! Look at the sky—it’s a blackened glass Watching the ghost of the universe pass The soldiers are gambling for rags in the dirt While the soul of the world is a canyon of hurt! (CHORUS) Nails in the light, thorns in the breath Dancing on the razor of a holy death The sky turns black, the veil starts to tear There’s a god-shaped hole in the freezing air! (CHORUS) Nails in the light, thorns in the breath Dancing on the razor of a holy death The sky turns black, the veil starts to tear There’s a god-shaped hole in the freezing air! (OUTRO) (High-speed d-beat drumming. High-pitched feedback.) IT IS FINISHED. IT IS FINISHED. IT IS FINISHED.

Iron Gaze at Golgotha