We are the remnants of the Nazarenes
Taking our faith to its roots again
Rejecting the world and its blasphemies
Impatiently awaiting the New Jerusalem
As I conjure up the memoir of a previous existence
I feel as through it does not belong to me
For the ways of the past are to repentant Christians
The summoning of a distant memory
And it's not call upon the devil for the reawakening
Of an old discarded spirit that lies buried among the unsaved
But rather express reverence for the divine excision
Of my unsanctified earthbound heart
And spit on my grave
I am free from the chains of Adam's guilt
The same ones by which he bound the earth
And even though I struggle still
For the same reason the ground was cursed
In me is now the Spirit Instilled
And the burden reversed
And the burden reversed
As I rummage through the maggot infested grave
With the old renounced and antiquated remains
Of someone that only Christ Himself could save
I turn around, bid farewell, then I wave
And spit on my grave
My grave
My grave
I am free from the chains of Adam's guilt
The same ones by which he bound the earth
And even though I struggle still
For the same reason the ground was cursed
In me is now the Spirit Instilled
And the burden reversed
And the burden reversed
Descendants of the Chosen eight are all called to the cross
So deep within a frozen state, our hearts cannot defrost
Without the intervention of our God the Holy One
And spiritual resurrection through the one and only Son