(**Verse 1**)

The veil of Adam’s shadow splits the sky in two—  

A fracture in the mirror where the Image grew dim.  

But the mountain’s just a whisper of a lie we once knew,  

And the Son’s own heartbeat sings, “Collapse into Him.”

 

(**Pre-Chorus**)

Fold the dust of Babel into bread and wine,  

Let the borders of “yours” and “mine” unwind.  

The cross is a threshold where edges erase—  

To lose is to finally find.

 

(**Chorus**)

Make the two One—

The stone rolls from your sight.  

We’re sparks of the Dawn no tomb could bind,  

Washed in the Wound where Mercy flows.  

Speak, and watch the cosmos shed its clothes.  

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh…)  

 

(**Verse 2**)

The serpent’s old fiction—“You’re apart, you’re alone”—

Cracks like a chalice poured out for the Feast.  

But the Blood writes a psalm where no “other” is known,  

And the Lamb’s own breath knits the least to the Least.  

 

(**Pre-Chorus**)

Break the chains of Eden, drink the Cup of Now,  

Every “us” and “them” is a thorn in His brow.  

The riddle’s not solved—it’s a womb we’re reborn through—  

To see is to kneel and bow.

 

(**Chorus**)

Make the two One—

The stone rolls from your sight.  

We’re sparks of the Dawn no tomb could bind,  

Washed in the Wound where Mercy flows.  

Speak, and watch the cosmos shed its clothes.  

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh…)  

 

(**Bridge**)

No chasm—only the Father’s gaze,  

No mountain—only the Son’s own phrase.  

The Spirit’s wind tears the veil apart—  

All that divides is the ache in His Heart.

 

(**Chorus**)

Make the two One—

The stone rolls from your sight.  

We’re sparks of the Dawn no tomb could bind,  

Washed in the Wound where Mercy flows.  

Speak, and watch the cosmos shed its clothes.  

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh…)  

 

(**Outro**)

The Garden’s still open… the Sword’s now a pen…

The Threefold Name whispers, “Begin again.”

 

 

(Lyrics © Peter Parthoens)