Anathema. In The Name Of The Father. Zeneszám

In the world of my subconscious, a realm of the unknown
A vision is carved by the almighty hand
The agony of a thousand souls suppressed by life itself
Released unto the lord by his command

My hands are covered with the blood
The blood of his salvation, his spirit will live eternally

Take his life, by your command
A sacrifice, by your command

As I rise from my troubled sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
Wondering if he has chosen me to do his work
I speak no blasphemy

Do I confess? I am terrified, I cannot run
There is no place to hide, I search for help
But there's nobody there
For my dream is now a recurring nightmare

Brother of the holy order, I seek your help
Understand my plight, help me fight this curse that bestows me
My son you must not fight, for this is no cure
But a mission you should undertake
To free a soul from the grasp of Satan

So that night I did dream of mysteries untold
In the presence of the heavens was I
I could see for myself all the evils of the world
In all their morbid glory

Men took part in rites to praise the black messiah
The beast they call 'The Evil One'
As voices in my head did tell me of my task
To release the soul of my only son

Take his life, by your command
A sacrifice, by your command
Fill the chalice, cleanse the soul
Save him now, in the chapel of salvation

Take his life, by your command
A sacrifice, by your command
Fill the chalice, cleanse the soul
Save him now, in the chapel of salvation

Insanity dwells in the mind of a man
Who will take the life of his only son
Screaming and pounding inside his head
As voices whisper it must be done