Embodiment Lyrics

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I bow down your precious icon, deity of self suppression
This effigy of flesh, corporeal christi, nailed
In submission to this false idol, seeking deliverance
From this spiritual hierarchy, downward spiralling, a corrupt throne
Of repression and guilt

Our will be done
Thy kingdom burn

On my knees, before this tormented flesh, in irreverence
In communion with this parasitic host of virtuous divinity
This imperious creed bears testament to the failures of our morality
Righteous durance is our cross we bear in stations
In stations of the lost

Our will be done
Thy kingdom burn - thy kingdom burn
Our will be done

From your knees arise
By your own hand, your god you scribe
The earth shall inherit the meek
Your god is dead

[Lead - Amott]

Bound down, in God we're trussed, foul stature
Icons embodied in flesh, we nail
In servitude to deities fashioned in our self image
Shadows of eternal strife cast by those who serve
Serve a crown of pawns

[Lead - Steer]

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I bow down your precious icon, deity of self suppression  
This effigy of flesh, corporeal christi, nailed  
In submission to this false idol, seeking deliverance  
From this spiritual hierarchy, downward spiralling, a corrupt throne  
Of repression and guilt  
  
Our will be done  
Thy kingdom burn  
  
On my knees, before this tormented flesh, in irreverence  
In communion with this parasitic host of virtuous divinity  
This imperious creed bears testament to the failures of our morality  
Righteous durance is our cross we bear in stations  
In stations of the lost  
  
Our will be done  
Thy kingdom burn - thy kingdom burn  
Our will be done  
  
From your knees arise  
By your own hand, your god you scribe  
The earth shall inherit the meek  
Your god is dead  
  
[Lead - Amott]  
  
Bound down, in God we're trussed, foul stature  
Icons embodied in flesh, we nail  
In servitude to deities fashioned in our self image  
Shadows of eternal strife cast by those who serve  
Serve a crown of pawns  
  
[Lead - Steer]

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