Judicator - Let There Be Nothing lyrics
[Judicator - Let There Be Nothing lyrics]
Turn my heart into a stone, let me sink
I've turned my suffering
Into a cause for hate
By his decree we were compelled to reconcile
You cannot force my love
I'll hold onto my pain
The power to choose who lives and who
Will die is not my right
In doing so I kick the Lord off
His seat of rightful judgment over man
God knows I've tried to
Fight off sinful thoughts
The crown you wear
It burns your hair and sears your skin
You cry aloud
"Let there be light? Let there be nothing!"
As master I came, yet now my tone is changed
They've torn out my guts and
Held me down to bleed
But that left me empty and open to the light
Forgive me now, I trust Your providence
Meanwhile, Photius was captured and tortured
The empress restored my godson to my wife
What can I do? The emperor's against me
Grant me only the power
To change my perspective
The crown you wear
It digs into your precious flesh
You cry aloud
"Let there be light? Let there be nothing!"
Father, designer, instiller of fear
Not long thereafter my wife's lover died
No longer writhing in pleasure and joy
Writhing in agony in his own filth
Father, commander, a shepherd of men
I could not go down this dread path of sin
Combat the demons with fasting and prayer
Flush out the swamp of filth
In your own heart
Ever marching on i feel
I've turned my suffering
Into a cause for hate
By his decree we were compelled to reconcile
You cannot force my love
I'll hold onto my pain
The power to choose who lives and who
Will die is not my right
In doing so I kick the Lord off
His seat of rightful judgment over man
God knows I've tried to
Fight off sinful thoughts
The crown you wear
It burns your hair and sears your skin
You cry aloud
"Let there be light? Let there be nothing!"
As master I came, yet now my tone is changed
They've torn out my guts and
Held me down to bleed
But that left me empty and open to the light
Forgive me now, I trust Your providence
Meanwhile, Photius was captured and tortured
The empress restored my godson to my wife
What can I do? The emperor's against me
Grant me only the power
To change my perspective
The crown you wear
It digs into your precious flesh
You cry aloud
"Let there be light? Let there be nothing!"
Father, designer, instiller of fear
Not long thereafter my wife's lover died
No longer writhing in pleasure and joy
Writhing in agony in his own filth
Father, commander, a shepherd of men
I could not go down this dread path of sin
Combat the demons with fasting and prayer
Flush out the swamp of filth
In your own heart
Ever marching on i feel