Sanctifying prophecy to ease our helpless lives
Lost without the promises of destiny's watchful eye

Fearful of the thought that we are all on our own
Nothing there to keep us from Chaos
The great unknown

Sometimes the chosen ones can waste your soul away
To listen, and not be heard
Their shallow vision is your grave

Playing on our superstition, walking on a trust betrayed
We never, understand
Simple reasons placate the enslaved

We are the chosen, fallen from grace
Judgement confines us, born to be ashamed

Reinvent indoctrination, shape the past to rule today
In shadows, pulling strings
Lucid vision complicates the scheme

We are the chosen, fallen from grace
Judgement confines us, born to be ashamed
Sanctify the unknowable, bending our will
Machinatus Deitas, orchestrate the all

Condemned to live in shame and never know the ones to blame
Things are not what they seem, imperfection unforeseen
And once we're whole again we'll never see the fear again
Sands through the hourglass, deliverance comes to pass