Palaces of Gold Songtext
von Ashbreather

A disease for so long left unchecked
Grows a burden like a thorn in your side
And its grasp reaches over the oceans
Taking your faith in its stride
A broken shrine in the name of his glory
Their temples desecrated and burned
Vile aggression in the name of peace
A paradise they have long yet to earn

Men of god, marching forth on the altar
Infidel, burn the cross of a martyr
Loyalty, on your knees for redemption
Die for me, now you pray for ascension
Heretics, trudging forth to the gallows
For the crown, his soul exalted and hallowed
Up above, the final journey of pilgrims
But for my name, you have no choice but to kill them all


A burning effigy, the salient observer
Heeding to the prophets of wrath
For there is but one life for the graceful
They will know not stray from the path
This tirade is a tired and old one
Built upon the chasms of fear
Desperation is a drug like no other
When you know that the end may be near

Men of god, marching forth on the altar
Infidel, burn the cross of a martyr
Loyalty, on your knees for redemption
Die for me, now you pray for ascension
Heretics, trudging forth to the gallows
For the crown, his soul exalted and hallowed
Up above, the final journey of pilgrims
But for my name, you have no choice but to kill them all

Palaces of gold
Opulent majesty
Chalice of the souls
Immortal travesty
Castles in the sky
Diamond plated crowns
Those who would die for a
Heaven that has never been found


Whisked away with the fading sun
Turning towards the night
Ivory towers line the road to redemption
Underneath my eyes

Sanctified, the mind
Loyal is thy blade
Discipline the blind
Lead them to crusade
Undeceived, the eyes
Faithful is thy hand
Together we arise
To the promised land

Whisked away with the fading sun
Turning towards the night
Ivory towers line the road to redemption
Underneath my eyes
Basking in the blood of the unrighteous
It penetrates my skin
I close my eyes and listen to the silence
As I cleanse myself of sin

Idle hands linger in the shadows
Morning seeps through the bloodied veil of fate
Ties of reason have long abandoned this plane of desecration
The neck twisted by the slender hands of hate