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Tritagonist - XVI. Maranatha Marinade Lyrics



Tritagonist - XVI. 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 avenge
Thus enemies' heels press to 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 when 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
Thus with survival patriotic I can 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
Makes no difference when needed now
For peace: surrounded by warmongers
Hell's automatons seditioning for grace expunged
They'd feed your Bride a martyrs' meat
Soaked in teriyaki praises
Mock faith and hope and replaced
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 to speak grace to the grave
My God is my all even if I perish today
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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 avenge
Thus enemies' heels press to 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 when 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
Thus with survival patriotic I can 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
Makes no difference when needed now
For peace: surrounded by warmongers
Hell's automatons seditioning for grace expunged
They'd feed your Bride a martyrs' meat
Soaked in teriyaki praises
Mock faith and hope and replaced
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 to speak grace to the grave
My God is my all even if I perish today
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Writer: Benjamin Bowman
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Performed By: Tritagonist
Language: English
Length: 6:17
Written by: Benjamin Bowman

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