Brace yourself

The towers arch over our heads

The signs inching down our necks carve the path of our existence

No obelus could be printed in the temple walls

Perfection to the micrometer and no pillar could ever fall

Brace yourself

The sky is a dance of culling blades

Encircle as knife-hand prays to incise before ascending

Surely the sea had been split and from its middle ground rose a serpent from a stick

We have regressed with every step we grow much closer but now we tear the horns and beg the books will end the torture

He who kneels before his Lord is saved

He who kneels before his Lord is saved

The towers above and the infinite throne have watched over millions of centuries to show there is not in existence a word to describe the love the Creator has left for mankind

The structures convey the majestic framework of the consuming earth, oceans placed universe

Constructed pieces scream the same verse in his name

Kneel before your Lord

Rest easy child

You are saved

He who kneels before his Lord is saved

He who kneels before his Lord is saved

And will behold the Architect

Behold the Architect, behold the Architect

Brace yourself for time is proportioned now to stop dead and planets will come to a sudden halt

Brace yourself

Mountains will turn over in guilt the footwork will uproot itself exposing everything it's built

Brace yourself to feast eyes upon the most merciful most gracious light that any man could ever have beheld within his sight

Kneel before the throne

(Kneel before the throne) Seconds will race encasing quickly clouding thoughts, masking thy conviction tracing all to be untaught

Presses forehead to the floor, flow tears for mindless solace upon the edge of crafting fate where it's met with oceanic abyss, oh

Deliver what is mine to take for I submit unfaltering faith

He who kneels before his Lord is saved

He who kneels before his Lord is saved

Kneel before your Lord