I Built The Cross Author Lyrics

[Based on the Teleological Argument for the existence of
God. Gospel-centured philosophical death metal]

Mighty, eternal author
Creation, a dancer poised graceful on the razor’s edge.
Chance has fathered no a child so elegant, the hand of
necessity, glaringly absent
The constants, the quantities, a single voice raised in
harmony – from the narrow range in which they lay their
fragile hands, they sing a witness to your testimony. The constants, the quantities, a single voice raised in
harmony – from the narrow range in which they lay their
fragile hands, they sing a witness to your testimony.
from the narrow range in which they lay their fragile
hands, they sing a witness to your testimony.
Intellect beyond our minds.
Majesty beyond comprehension.