Milleniums turn to sand
Behesting the souls of the ashes begrim'd
Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times
His poetry landscapes are deserts of naught
Seeking his name 'neath the names of untrue
His trident did rise again
To pierce dimensions, nebulars with lethal breath of chasmic starless cold
The being who is the oldest of times
Lurking in the beings who multiply and unify, erecting the glorious reign
Finding their way thro' the burning ordelesness
Supressed by collision of wills by even sealed...
Souls of reddening skies
Upon this necklace they thread as stones
Submerge in the gloam of dimmed luminaries
In galaxies savouring horror
Cosmos in crystals of possession reflected
Invicible torrents, fierce sounds of
Chaos Infinity born of perfection enthroned
The forefather who let them drink of his essence
Had sent them to wastelands, their lives - hatred's own!
Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times
His mask cracks
Revealing the altars of ire unleashed
Devouring desires born of the past
Into the glory of unity does he arise!
Sans mercy
I contemplate
Vanity swirling and raging in me
My dust comprises his entirety
For I am the
Source, I am the
Key, I am the
Primal Chaos
My poetry's landscapes are wastelands of
Un The name of all gods are compelled by my own
Eternally do
The being
I am older than old
Pulsation of unknown tytanic
Chaos
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Milleniums turn to sand
Behesting the souls of the ashes begrim'd
Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times
His poetry landscapes are deserts of naught
Seeking his name 'neath the names of untrue
His trident did rise again
To pierce dimensions, nebulars with lethal breath of chasmic starless cold
The being who is the oldest of times
Lurking in the beings who multiply and unify, erecting the glorious reign
Finding their way thro' the burning ordelesness
Supressed by collision of wills by even sealed...
Souls of reddening skies
Upon this necklace they thread as stones
Submerge in the gloam of dimmed luminaries
In galaxies savouring horror
Cosmos in crystals of possession reflected
Invicible torrents, fierce sounds of
Chaos Infinity born of perfection enthroned
The forefather who let them drink of his essence
Had sent them to wastelands, their lives - hatred's own!
Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times
His mask cracks
Revealing the altars of ire unleashed
Devouring desires born of the past
Into the glory of unity does he arise!
Sans mercy
I contemplate
Vanity swirling and raging in me
My dust comprises his entirety
For I am the
Source, I am the
Key, I am the
Primal Chaos
My poetry's landscapes are wastelands of
Un The name of all gods are compelled by my own
Eternally do
The being
I am older than old
Pulsation of unknown tytanic
Chaos
📝 纯歌词版本
Milleniums turn to sand
Behesting the souls of the ashes begrim'd
Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times
His poetry landscapes are deserts of naught
Seeking his name 'neath the names of untrue
His trident did rise again
To pierce dimensions, nebulars with lethal breath of chasmic starless cold
The being who is the oldest of times
Lurking in the beings who multiply and unify, erecting the glorious reign
Finding their way thro' the burning ordelesness
Supressed by collision of wills by even sealed...
Souls of reddening skies
Upon this necklace they thread as stones
Submerge in the gloam of dimmed luminaries
In galaxies savouring horror
Cosmos in crystals of possession reflected
Invicible torrents, fierce sounds of
Chaos Infinity born of perfection enthroned
The forefather who let them drink of his essence
Had sent them to wastelands, their lives - hatred's own!
Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times
His mask cracks
Revealing the altars of ire unleashed
Devouring desires born of the past
Into the glory of unity does he arise!
Sans mercy
I contemplate
Vanity swirling and raging in me
My dust comprises his entirety
For I am the
Source, I am the
Key, I am the
Primal Chaos
My poetry's landscapes are wastelands of
Un The name of all gods are compelled by my own
Eternally do
The being
I am older than old
Pulsation of unknown tytanic
Chaos
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Milleniums turn to sand
Behesting the souls of the ashes begrim'd
Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times
His poetry landscapes are deserts of naught
Seeking his name 'neath the names of untrue
His trident did rise again
To pierce dimensions, nebulars with lethal breath of chasmic starless cold
The being who is the oldest of times
Lurking in the beings who multiply and unify, erecting the glorious reign
Finding their way thro' the burning ordelesness
Supressed by collision of wills by even sealed...
Souls of reddening skies
Upon this necklace they thread as stones
Submerge in the gloam of dimmed luminaries
In galaxies savouring horror
Cosmos in crystals of possession reflected
Invicible torrents, fierce sounds of
Chaos Infinity born of perfection enthroned
The forefather who let them drink of his essence
Had sent them to wastelands, their lives - hatred's own!
Vague dreams of god dwell within them all
Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times
His mask cracks
Revealing the altars of ire unleashed
Devouring desires born of the past
Into the glory of unity does he arise!
Sans mercy
I contemplate
Vanity swirling and raging in me
My dust comprises his entirety
For I am the
Source, I am the
Key, I am the
Primal Chaos
My poetry's landscapes are wastelands of
Un The name of all gods are compelled by my own
Eternally do
The being
I am older than old
Pulsation of unknown tytanic
Chaos
Where have all the good men gone and where are all the Gods?
Where's the street wise Hercules to fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upo...
Silly me I tell myself
Taking you for granted
I never loved nobody else
Silly me, silly, silly me
Silly me that's how I felt
Not being romantic
How co...
Nor other heart's warmth in the solitude of the eclipse
Imprisoned in the obscure void of a voiceless denial
No pity or sympathy of the other soul t...
I threw a wish in the well
Don’t ask me I’ll never tell
I looked to you as it fell
And now you’re in my way
I’d trade my soul for a wish
Pennies and d...
Greatness is not this
ah wonderful, esoteric elusive,
you know, It’s something that truly exists in all of us.
It's very simple,
This is what I belie...