Haven't I seen this before
Nothing new under the sun?
She was birthed with the power
To dispel any enemy agent
But she fears death, that none will avenge
Thus enemies' heels press against my throat
With faith in chariots and horses
They curse with great divorces
With larynxes hoarse with no remorse
My God, do you perceive the murder on their tongues
It's said I'm quixotic while they drool with lust erotic
For the taste of bloodied lungs
They say you're unrealistic with patristic words too mystic
Thus have preference for psalms unsung
But note how I'm fantastic with strength and will elastic
To free myself from their grasp
With survival patriotic I hide with my ballistics
Waiting to strike like an asp
Steal, kill, destroy, these beasts hunger
Like cannibals hunting post-apocalyptic flesh
An appetite for Maranatha marinade
Come O Lord, or, the Lord has come
Either/or is irrelevant when needed now
For peace: surrounded by warmongers
Hell's automatons sedition for grace expunged
They'd feed your Bride a martyrs' meat soaked in teriyaki praises
Mock faith and hope, and replace with falsehood and despair
Make haste, for strength, for your Bride to arise
The spoils of war have no meaning if I don't have you
My Beloved, the only reason I still believe
For earth to be as it is in heaven
Yet your voice calls not for further bloodshed
But for speaking grace to the grave
My God is my all, even if I perish today
Tritagonist - Maranatha Marinade Lyrics
Tritagonist - Maranatha Marinade Lyrics
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Haven't I seen this before
Nothing new under the sun?
She was birthed with the power
To dispel any enemy agent
But she fears death, that none will avenge
Thus enemies' heels press against my throat
With faith in chariots and horses
They curse with great divorces
With larynxes hoarse with no remorse
My God, do you perceive the murder on their tongues
It's said I'm quixotic while they drool with lust erotic
For the taste of bloodied lungs
They say you're unrealistic with patristic words too mystic
Thus have preference for psalms unsung
But note how I'm fantastic with strength and will elastic
To free myself from their grasp
With survival patriotic I hide with my ballistics
Waiting to strike like an asp
Steal, kill, destroy, these beasts hunger
Like cannibals hunting post-apocalyptic flesh
An appetite for Maranatha marinade
Come O Lord, or, the Lord has come
Either/or is irrelevant when needed now
For peace: surrounded by warmongers
Hell's automatons sedition for grace expunged
They'd feed your Bride a martyrs' meat soaked in teriyaki praises
Mock faith and hope, and replace with falsehood and despair
Make haste, for strength, for your Bride to arise
The spoils of war have no meaning if I don't have you
My Beloved, the only reason I still believe
For earth to be as it is in heaven
Yet your voice calls not for further bloodshed
But for speaking grace to the grave
My God is my all, even if I perish today
Nothing new under the sun?
She was birthed with the power
To dispel any enemy agent
But she fears death, that none will avenge
Thus enemies' heels press against my throat
With faith in chariots and horses
They curse with great divorces
With larynxes hoarse with no remorse
My God, do you perceive the murder on their tongues
It's said I'm quixotic while they drool with lust erotic
For the taste of bloodied lungs
They say you're unrealistic with patristic words too mystic
Thus have preference for psalms unsung
But note how I'm fantastic with strength and will elastic
To free myself from their grasp
With survival patriotic I hide with my ballistics
Waiting to strike like an asp
Steal, kill, destroy, these beasts hunger
Like cannibals hunting post-apocalyptic flesh
An appetite for Maranatha marinade
Come O Lord, or, the Lord has come
Either/or is irrelevant when needed now
For peace: surrounded by warmongers
Hell's automatons sedition for grace expunged
They'd feed your Bride a martyrs' meat soaked in teriyaki praises
Mock faith and hope, and replace with falsehood and despair
Make haste, for strength, for your Bride to arise
The spoils of war have no meaning if I don't have you
My Beloved, the only reason I still believe
For earth to be as it is in heaven
Yet your voice calls not for further bloodshed
But for speaking grace to the grave
My God is my all, even if I perish today
Writer: Benjamin Bowman
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