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Band: Advent Title: Remove The Earth Release Type: CD Year: 2008 Label:Solid State Records Total Votes: 12 Total Views: 455 Views Today: 1 Added on: Saturday, Dec 29 2007, 12:06 AM Submitted by:socoteanu
Description: Solid State release: TND05085
UPC: 5099950508525
Blackout. Fear grips the heart of man as locust black the sky over a nation that takes a stand for crooked, spineless, murderers. Self-righteous thieves. They slither on the ground like a venomous disease. They drink from the cup of ruin and desolation. And they will soon choke on the blood of the innocent. Tears for tears. Vengeance for vengeance. You sow in deceit and you reap the consequences. Bloodshed for bloodshed. The treacherous betray. You sing a song of grace, but with terror you repay. All your enemies will blackout the sky over this wicked land for your atrocities of enslaving the oppressed. Backlash. The weary catch a breath. Pushing back against the wall that held the captive in. You will pay. For selfishness and greed. For endless hypocrisy. For crimes against humanity. Your judgment is released. Meet your doom. How can you be so blind to the truth? Meet your doom. How can you be so blind? Meet your doom. It will come swiftly. For all to see. Drawn and quartered. For all to see. America will plead for innocence, but mercy will not be given to the merciless. Only punishment.
From the shadows, you spit your rotten words. Killing His name. Spit in His face. Crucify!! Crucify!! Legacy of blasphemy. Nail yourself to your cross of lies. I fight to hold my head above this sea of heresy. I watch the blind living completely hopeless lives. It sickens me. I refuse to give in for your prize. I will not believe in your lies. I refuse to give in for your prize, I will not believe in your lies or give in for your prize. I refuse your worthless, worthless, worthless prize. I will always fight for You. I will always stand for truth. I will fight for You. I will always stand up. I will stand for truth. I will fight for You. I will always stand up. I will stand for truth. I refuse.
I will testify. Though I walk this road alone. Though all my brothers fade away, I will hold to You. Conviction has stripped away with time. The flame of passionate love that once burned deep inside has blown away and washed out with the rain. The tower of your faith has crumbled to the ground, crushing those that held to you. And in your place, we dug a shallow grave. Hoping to see a change. A resurrection. And so we fight for the heart. Holding nothing back, till we see the sun on the horizon. Bringing light to this barren wasteland. Power of ages old. Held in the mighty hands of God. Pushed out and thrown away like a painful memory. Two feet in the grave. We march relentlessly. Pressing towards our destruction, our decimation. Broken in two. Our faith has fallen victim to shame. Run from the truth. Run from the freedom of absolutes. Is there anyone left who still cares? Reconcile. Take back our stolen hearts. Reconcile. Take back what is rightfully yours. Set apart. Set us apart. Set us apart. Set apart our hearts, only for you.
(feat. guest vocals by Ryan Clark of Demon Hunter)
Where are they now? These giants of my dreams, the ones that seek to kill me. They run and hide. They see the fire behind my eyes and they feel the anger that boils beneath my skin. Come out. Come out. Come out, and say something real. Come out. Cause I feel the apathy in this air tonight. Do you hear the wind? The trees whispering their deepest fears to me? They can feel the fire burning at their limbs. Burning at their limbs. Burning at their limbs. The voice of anger, it screams in the wind. The voice of anger blows in the wind. Do you hear the sound of the nothing, of everything tossed by the wind? The sound of the war drums beating on in the war for the hearts of every man, of every tongue? I see them coming down on the clouds of black. The clouds of war. I see it creeping in. I feel it creeping in. I feel the apathy creeping in. Where is your fire? Where is your anger? Where is your blood? Where is your fire? Where is your anger?
I plead for men to hear this declaration from my soul. I pray they turn their ears to true life, casting the anger of death aside. The life of sacrifice, met with such hostility. Even to death, but raised up in victory. How could this life bring so much pain? Day after day after day. It’s never over, until we shut our eyes for the very last time. It’s never over until the line flattens out. Like death, the grave, it waits. Its anger is unrelenting, against all things, against all time and space. Embrace the end. You’ll think it’s over when you shut your eyes for the very last time. You’ll think it’s over. Death scares me not. Pleading for men to hear this declaration from my soul. I pray they turn their itching ears, anger is near. Death is waiting. The grave is calling.
I cannot run from myself. The man inside knows me well. Wearing thin, wearing down. My heart is bleeding out. My hands shake as I hold this weight of another hard molded face, without a name. The reflection of myself goes much deeper within. So I bury the shame of my past underneath this old calloused skin. Will I ever see past the man in the mirror? Is it worthless for me to think that I will ever be anything? Rip off this facade of shame, it’s haunting me. Break inside, overcome myself. Break out of the mold. Throw down the cast of the world on the ground. The broken mirror before me. The jagged glass at my feet. Ten thousand faces of uncertainty lay in the bed of defeat. Destroy the mask. Destroy the mask. Destroy the mask. Destroy the mask. Remove the mask. I am who I am without my reflection. I am who I am without a mirror.
Go away. Get away. Get away from me. These demons that I fight keep screaming back at me. These skeletons in my closet keep screaming back at me, they keep torturing. And these voices in my head will not leave me alone, leave me alone. I will not die alone in this room, cause the hole in the middle keeps growing bigger and bigger. And I see the faces staring back at me. I see them contorting. So I fight with my eyes closed, afraid to see what awaits me at the bottom of this deep, black hole. Where are you? When the knife is at my throat. Where are you? When the knife is at my throat? Where are you? God, where are you? What will become of me? What will become of me? I guess I’ll never know. What will become of me? Doubt. Fear. Desolation.
Your voice. Are you just a ghost lingering in my head? Your voice, they say it calms the stormy sea but it seems so very far away. This voice raises up the dead but all I hear are the voices of the dying, the crying, the sick and the lonely. How could one man, how could one voice save us all? With one voice, let it be known throughout. The earth will quake, the mountains will tremble and all your walls will fall.
As the sun sets behind the sea, we lay in our beds. Wrestling, quarreling with the questions in our heads. Fear pillages and rapes my mind. I see it looking over me. Feel the fear... The fear of failure. Feel the fear of emptiness. Feel the fear of a promised death hanging over our heads. Feel the fear of it all crashing down. Feel the fear. Trudging, toiling, looking for some hope and in time we’ll know. Finding no rest, more sleepless nights. Holding tight to the comforts of your wasted life. Shed your fear. What is the cost of living? Shed your fear. Will you pay the price? Remove the earth. Digging for truth. Quest for a calling, to ransom back the dead. Seeking the truth inside. Reaching for a bloodied hand. Shed the fear. Condemned to a martyr’s death. I would gladly lose my life. For the sake of Jesus Christ. Hear me now. If this be my final hour, hear me now. If this be my final hour. With my last breath. No more fear. No more emptiness left in here. No more fear. I shed the fear of a promised death.
I am a broken man. My ways are like a fool’s. Causing anguish, causing death. Creating waves of consequence. Alone and in despair I wait for you. I will wait for you here. Pushing on. Pushing through it all. I will run the race. Setting my course straight ahead. My destroyer waits for me. But you redeem. My destroyer waits. You redeem me. You redeem this tired soul and these tired bones. Your face (breaks the shackles). Your name (breaks the shackles). Your name gives me rest. Your name (breaks the shackles). Your face (breaks the shackles). I see the rising of the Son. I know the day is near, the day is here. I know my avenger waits. My avenger is right behind me on clouds of glory. I see Armageddon.
By imbosse (02/14/2008 8:43:16 pm): Pretty good CD. Aggressive vocals which are awesome!
By Mokey (04/11/2008 2:56:42 pm): similar to strongarm, strongarm still holds this spot in my heart. Nonetheless this cd was much more impressive than i was expecting and gave some redeeming value to solidstate records. The lyrics are even bold from what i can tell. Great cd and if you like strongarm you should check this out. 4/5
By david.w.lowe (10/13/2008 11:39:54 pm): I'm surprised this CD isn't getting more attention on Firestream. Wow! 4.5/5.
Excellent time changes, crunching guitars, lyrics. I'm impressed with most every song.
By droptheneedle (05/31/2009 3:51:28 pm): This is better than most of the albums on Solid State lately. I like the vocals. Good stuff.
By Hell Bovine! (08/02/2009 4:02:52 pm): Does Ryan Clark do some of the vocals on Hanging the Giants? Part of the song sounds exactly like him. He contributes other bands' music a lot. I think that's awesome.
