The Pulse of Bliss Songtext
von Vulture Industries

A thousand hinges screech
As it opens its doors,
Inviting eager and reluctant
To settle its floors.
You must come in;
Within the fold
We′ll uncover your soul.
It might sting a bit
But in the end will fit the mold.
Blood upon stone;
Consecrate, unify.
Clay upon bone;
Dead flesh must go to ally
Heart with solid brick.
Men of stone affirm all sticks
To the pulse of bliss.
Thus the night will never come
And our walls stand for evermore.


A thousand hinges groan
As the doors all shut tight.
Sealed off, locked up secure from
What lurks about in the night.
Here you are safe, from those who
Wish to befoul and deceive.
It's not a healthy option to even
Consider to leave.
Blood upon stone;
Consecrate, unify.
Clay upon bone;
Dead flesh must go to ally
Heart with solid brick.
Men of stone affirm all sticks
To the pulse of bliss.
Thus the night will never come
And our walls stand for evermore
The night will never come
And our walls stand for evermore
To the pulse of bliss,
To the pulse of bliss,
In glorious light,
This monument to what is right.

Heeey!
The hinges groan as the door shuts.
Heeey!
The hinges groan as the door locks.
Blood upon stone;
Consecrate, unify.
Clay upon bone;
Dead flesh must go to ally
Heart with solid brick.
Men of stone affirm all sticks
To the pulse of bliss.
Thus the night will never come
And our walls stand for evermore
The night will never come
And our walls stand for evermore
To the pulse of bliss,
To the pulse of bliss.