Lyrics

They thought the sound would die in silence
Thought we’d fade beneath the ground
But roots grow deeper in the dark
And we rise where they look down
They sold themselves for empty crowns
Built their towers on brittle clay
But truth is louder in the quiet
We’ve only just begun to play

Where whispers turn to roars
We’re more than what they’ve seen before
No banners waved, no titles worn
A tide that breaks what’s stillborn

We are the echoes they can’t erase
We know each other in the safest space
This is the hymn they never knew
A choir of hearts that still beats true
We’re not a crowd; we’re roots that spread
Words unspoken, life in the dead
They tried to bury us before
But we’re the voice, quiet no more

We’re not a sermon behind closed doors
Not pages left in empty halls
We’re in the hum of the wires and the circuits
In every crack of broken walls
They counted us out when the lights went low
Thought silence meant the end was near
But truth moves past what eyes can see
And fear will always bow to deafening ears

They closed their gates, we dug below
What once was weak begins to grow
No sanctuaries built, the leaders frowned
We stand where sacred ground’s been found

We are the echoes they can’t erase
We know each other in the safest space
This is the hymn they never knew
A choir of hearts that still beats true
We’re not a crowd; we’re roots that spread
Words unspoken, life in the dead
They tried to bury us before
But we’re the voice, quiet no more

Accumulate your possessions like a cow fattening for slaughter
Make sure to keep away your sons and your daughters
As long as you keep your head buried beneath the ground
You’ll keep your traditions safe and sound
Keeping your head buried beneath the ground

We are the echoes they can’t erase
We know each other in the safest space
This is the hymn they never knew
A choir of hearts that still beats true
We’re not a crowd; we’re roots that spread
Words unspoken, life in the dead
They tried to bury us before
But we’re the voice, quiet no more

We won’t be silent anymore!
We won’t be silent anymore!
Let them fear what they ignored!
We won’t be silent anymore!

Meaning

“Inceptionera” is about the underground Christian metal scene.

Though we have been criticized from the start, we continue to thrive and we will only get larger.

This is a community that’s somewhat of an alternative community to what people see as the “standard church crowd.”

We have tattoos. We have dyed hair. We wear a lot of black. We scream. And we get judged for all of that. And that’s ok.

We can’t change whether or not we are judged, but that doesn’t mean we have to judge others in the same unhealthy way.

Matthew 7:1-2: “Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.”

Luke 6:37: “Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven.”

John 8:7: “When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, ‘Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.'”

The Christian metal Kingdom will thrive.

For the glory of God.