Malist
To Mantle the Rising Sun
1. Land of the Bewitched
Emerged
From the depths of the earth,
I saw
Emptiness and stillbirth.
This cage of a world runs deep,
Confined yet limitless.
It seems like no one has been
On the other side.
This mind is not my own,
Pierced by orders unknown.
(A haunting purpose arises)
Like the ice to bind the rivers below,
Like a tyrant to reign supreme,
We are born from the gloom of dawn,
To one father of darkness and cold.
Through the ages as distant as God,
Across all the bridges undone,
We climb upon the edge of the sky,
To mantle the rising sun.
With fire and brimstone
We will crush the unbowed.
(Beware of our father's wrath)
Like the ice to bind the rivers below,
Like a tyrant to reign supreme,
We are born from the gloom of dawn,
To one father of darkness and cold.
Through the ages as distant as God,
Across all the bridges undone,
We climb upon the edge of the sky,
To mantle the rising sun.
2. Shackled Minds
Lost all threads of reality,
Mind, victim of His will.
Weightless verge of insanity,
Blind, feeling no guilt.
Caged in the formless impurity.
Fighting to break free.
By the call of the forsaken,
Death I slowly overcome.
Through the teachings deemed forbidden,
Casting shackles off the mind.
"When the shadows cover me,
Like they did humanity,
I shall breathe the unlight in
To subdue the dark within."
Escaping the clutches of make-believe,
Mind, victim of my own.
Crushing the phantoms of His dreams,
Cutting the rope of sand.
By the call of the forsaken,
Death I slowly overcome.
Through the teachings deemed forbidden,
Casting shackles off the mind.
"When the shadows cover me,
Like they did humanity,
I shall breathe the unlight in,
To subdue the dark within."
3. Tempest of Sorrow
Grey angels still harrow
The wounds of the broken.
This tempest of sorrow
Deforms the emotion.
Deaden to own will,
We submit to that of one Father.
Yet some struggle still
For the truth, heading for His castle.
Empty eyes stare at the sun,
Bleak skies, herald of grief.
Grey angels move as one,
The eclipse sows the seed.
Tempest of sorrow,
Fear for the absence of light.
Sheep will folllow,
Wolves shall embrace the night.
Bleak skies, herald of grief.
The eclipse sows the seed.
Grey angels still harrow
The wounds of the broken.
This tempest of sorrow
Defiles the communion.
Deaden to own will,
We submit to that of one Father.
Yet some struggle still
For the truth, heading for His castle.
4. The Ultimate Possession
Our pain is their ultimate possession.
Crippled mind to cripple flesh,
An exhibit of the tyrant's vice.
By the hand of the sick
Veiled as just, disguised as wolves.
As the blind learn to see,
Wicked ones go by the travesty.
Rest your soul underneath,
To dispel this cloud of insanity.
Inner power grows,
Shadows guide us forth.
Overcome this pain,
Feed them none but our hate.
They rush at us with ever growing passion.
Our pain is their ultimate possession.
As the blind learn to see,
Wicked ones go by the travesty.
Rest your soul underneath,
To dispel this cloud of insanity.
5. To Stifle the Fire in the Eyes
So, your spirit has risen,
For the temperance no longer counts.
Now the blood in your veins
Boils up, grants the courage to fight.
Father almighty, lay your hand on the desperate,
Guide their will, grant them temperance,
For they have lost their way.
A spark shall awaken the flame,
So stifle the fire in the eyes.
Rage, rage the fire
Burning down the stagnant flow.
So, your contempt has been noted,
For His eyes see all darkness in men.
Now the blood from your veins
Trickles down to the mouths of the greats.
Rage, rage the fire
Burning down the stagnant flow.
Rage, rage the fire
Until a deity sees the glow.
6. Blood of the Untouchable
Blood.
Give way to the untouchable.
So different, yet our hearts bleed the same.
Will you meet me at the bottom?
Or will you lift me up, oh, master.
Defying you has dulled my will.
Descend and rule for aeons.
One skin to rise our shame and wrath alike,
One fear to leave no legacy behind.
Will you meet me at the bottom?
Or will you lift me up, oh, master.
Defying you has dulled my will.
Descend and rule for aeons.
Will you sacrifice the gloss,
Or will you coat my robe in gold?
Accepting you, impossible.
So raise me close and rule for aeons.
7. Karsted Hearts
The last glimpse of hope
Portrayed as master of this world.
The realm led astray
By one superior.
As I stand before the throne,
As I speak the just words,
He breaks out in a grin,
Casts a spell onto me.
The bright ray of light
Emits from the core of madness.
Turns my heart to stone,
Confronts with my own darkness.
My skin turns grey,
The wings break out,
I fly towards the light,
To mantle the sun.
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