In Our Mazes
Eternal Winter's Revelation: Unveiling the Shadows Within
Lyrics
In the deepest of the black, I made a dream
In the darkest void, I envisioned a dream.
Where a wolf transcend a crown and a lamb reach out the limbs
Imagining a scenario where a wolf rises to power, and a lamb stretches out its limbs.
Masses, furious disease since the dawn of the Ages
The masses, plagued by a furious disease since ancient times.
Belched out their pride and glorified the one who ride with Light
Expressing arrogance and praise for the one aligned with light.
Hail to blood ! Hail to worms !
Celebrating blood and worms, possibly symbolizing life and decay.
In the joy of downfall of this land, breed the blinds
In the joy of the downfall of society, ignorance thrives.
And their thurst for deposition of Man
A desire to overthrow humanity.
Blessed be blood ! Blessed be worms !
Blessing blood and worms again, emphasizing the cycle of life and death.
From the sewers of the mind to the towers of enshrine
From the depths of the mind to the heights of worship, exploring the extremes of human experience.
The mire of our world leads the pilgrimage of the herd
The chaos of our world guides the journey of the masses.
Hail to blood ! Blessed be worms !
Continuing to hail blood and bless worms, repeating themes of life and decay.
From the sewers of the mind to the towers of enshrine
Reiterating the journey from the mind's depths to the towers of worship.
The mire of our world leads the pilgrimage of the herd
Reaffirming that our world's chaos leads the pilgrimage of the masses.
Come the eternal winter, an icy era of dirt
Anticipating an eternal winter, a period of cold and dirt.
A cold embrace of the land for hatred to rebirth
Describing a cold embrace of the land, fostering hatred's rebirth.
In the brightest of all truth I chased a doubt
In the brightest truth, pursuing doubt.
Look how it grows
Observing doubt's growth.
And in the cradle of shame, how it builds a fortress of claws
In the cradle of shame, doubt constructs a defensive fortress.
Damn you ! Damn you all servants of Light !
Expressing frustration and condemnation towards servants of light.
For your eyes you lost in divine
Blaming them for losing sight in the divine.
The grey finery of sin, dark line in the middle of hope
Describing sin as a gray finery, a dark line amid hope.
You'll fall in shafts of oblivion,
Foreseeing a fall into the abyss due to the absence caused by greed.
Forever lost by the greed of your absence
An eternal loss staring at circular patterns.
And staring at this circles
Breathing in the sweet fragrance of pain.
Breathing sweet fragrance of pain
Choosing to lie down on marble scriptures, anticipating a future to be slain.
I will lay down to the marble scriptures
Repeating frustration towards servants of light.
Of a future to slain
Blaming them for losing sight in the divine, reiterating the theme of sin amid hope.
Damn you all servants of Light !
Predicting a fall into oblivion's depths.
For your eyes you lost in divine
Reiterating frustration towards servants of light.
The grey finery of sin, dark line in the middle of hope
Blaming them for losing sight in the divine, reiterating the theme of sin amid hope.
You'll fall in shafts of oblivion
Predicting a fall into oblivion's depths again.
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