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[Intro] Chains draw circles through the poisoned haze, great bells awaken in a spectral maze. An inverted temple hangs over the tide, where faith lost its name and the faithful denied. [Verse I] A monastery hangs where the firmament died, its arches inverted, its scripture denied. Each pendulum tolls with a ruinous tone, each echo returns like a claim on the throne. The ocean below wears a mercurial sheen, a mirror for horrors no mortal has seen. Antlers like branches tear through the gloom, while lantern-jawed prophets pronounce our doom. No altar can pardon, no relic can mend, the chain is a circle pretending an end. We fashioned our heavens from hunger and pride, then cursed every mirror that showed what survived. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the bells — their resonance grows, through poisonous vapor the cold current flows. Every vow that we buried returns with a name, every saint and apostate condemned all the same. [Chorus] Over the mercury, under the throne, we built our salvation from marrow and stone. Bound to the temple, bound to the sound, we worshipped the summit while sinking aground. Let every bell answer, let every chain strain, let dogma dissolve in the poisonous rain. When monuments perish and false idols fall, what lives in the mirror is judge over all. [Verse II] The Antlerfiend watches from vaporous shores, a sovereign of wounds and impossible doors. Its antlers are crowned with the scars of belief, each branch an indictment, each shadow a grief. The Apostate wanders with radiance for teeth, dragging great bells through the vaporous heath. Its jaw is a beacon corrupted by night, a mouth made for judgment, a prison of light. Above them, the cloisters revolve without grace, an architectural wound in an infinite space. Pillars point downward like fingers of blame, yet nobody living remembers whose name. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the bells — let certainty drown, every empire eventually relinquishes crown. Every doctrine erected to conquer decay meets the merciless tide that erases the way. [Chorus] Over the mercury, under the throne, we built our salvation from marrow and stone. Bound to the temple, bound to the sound, we worshipped the summit while sinking aground. Let every bell answer, let every chain strain, let dogma dissolve in the poisonous rain. When monuments perish and false idols fall, what lives in the mirror is judge over all. [Atmospheric Interlude] A bell without hands. A sea without shore. A temple suspended where certainty tore. No scripture remains, no monarch commands. Only circles of mercury opening like hands. [Bridge] What is a kingdom when memory fades? What is a god when its sanctuary degrades? What is a promise engraved into stone when centuries leave every sovereign alone? We wanted eternity, perfect and pure, an answer immutable, sacred, secure. But permanence poisoned the chalice we praised— the prison was finished the moment we gazed. So break every covenant written by fear, let truth be uncertain yet brutally clear. No chain is eternal, no doctrine complete, no throne is exempt from the depth at its feet. [Breakdown] TOLL — for the temples that swallowed the truth! TOLL — for the masters who squandered our youth! TOLL — for the faithful who questioned too late! TOLL — for the architects forging their fate! CHAIN AFTER CHAIN! NAME AFTER NAME! KINGDOMS ARE DUST WHEN NOTHING REMAINS! [Final Chorus] Over the mercury, under the throne, we face what survives when illusion is gone. Bound to no temple, bound to no crown, we stare at the mirror and tear the walls down. Let every bell answer, let every chain strain, let centuries scatter their poisonous reign. When monuments perish and false idols fall, the truth in the mirror outlives them all. [Outro] The monastery swings in the colorless mist, its towers inverted, its scripture dismissed. One final bell travels across the black sea— not calling us home, but demanding we're free. #newmusic #music #heavymetal #heavymetalmusic #metal #aimusic