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Verse I Beneath the veil where twilight drowns the spire, A choral tempest coils in ashen fire. Through vaulted gloom, the phantom bells resound, With iron psalms that shake the hallowed ground. The serpents of divinity ascend, Where starless oaths and silent aeons bend. Through labyrinthine winds, the seers roam, In catacombs where shattered saints make home. Pre-Chorus Obsidian tongues invoke the lunar grail, Through tenebrous dominions, bleak and pale. The firmament decays in sable streams, Yet still we chase the pyre of vanished dreams. Chorus Rise through the scourge, transcend the mortal chain, Where sacred storms anoint the cursed with flame. Crowned in the void, we bear the arcane light, Through blackened tides, eternal in the night. Rise through the scourge, let hollow heavens break, With wrathful hymns the sleeping gods awake. Bound to the pulse of ruin’s endless drum, We march where dread and revelation come. Verse II The zephyrs chant in tongues of elder stone, Through thorned empyreans where fate is sewn. Each shadow blooms with venerable grief, A wreath of fire upon the brow of disbelief. Titanic requiems flood the poisoned sky, As aeon-worn leviathans testify. Their gilded anguish rends the veils apart, And carves prophetic runes through flesh and heart. Pre-Chorus Eclipsing suns collapse in spectral waves, Above the throne of desecrated graves. The sanctified and damned become the same, Within the forge of transmutation’s flame. Chorus Rise through the scourge, transcend the mortal chain, Where sacred storms anoint the cursed with flame. Crowned in the void, we bear the arcane light, Through blackened tides, eternal in the night. Rise through the scourge, let hollow heavens break, With wrathful hymns the sleeping gods awake. Bound to the pulse of ruin’s endless drum, We march where dread and revelation come. Bridge O fathomless abyss, unveil thy core, Let gilded wrath pour forth forevermore. Through eldritch gates and tempest-crowned descent, We taste the wine of stars in sacrament. No penitence beneath this grand design, Only the surge of fate’s unbroken sign. The soul, unshackled, burns through cursed release, A monument where storm and silence cease. Final Chorus Rise through the scourge, transcend the mortal chain, Where sacred storms anoint the cursed with flame. Crowned in the void, we bear the arcane light, Through blackened tides, eternal in the night. Rise through the scourge, let hollow heavens break, With wrathful hymns the sleeping gods awake. Bound to the pulse of ruin’s endless drum, We march where dread and revelation come. Outro When final embers fade through voided spheres, The sanctum stands beyond the reach of years. A shrine of shadow, sovereign, vast, supreme, Where death and dawn converge in one last dream.