Paladin
Epic Saga of Flames: Mysterious Descent and Resurgence
Lyrics
Cut down, the goddess fans a fire in the crown
The goddess ignites a fire at the top of the head.
The mountain fallen, carved to the bone
The mountain has collapsed, reduced to its essential structure.
Harvest into temple for the coral throne
Resources gathered for a divine ruler's seat.
All those, the creatures broken under the stone
All living beings shattered under pressure.
Buried in husk of the ground
Remains buried in the earth's surface.
Ever more the feast of worms and God
A continuous cycle of decay and regeneration, symbolized by worms and divinity.
King of dawn and of dusk converging
A figure representing both sunrise and sunset merging.
Seasons soak through the lights returning
The passage of time experienced through changing seasons.
All the while sleeping sights ensure me
Visions seen while asleep reassure the speaker.
That tomorrow will bring sun of red
An expectation of a fiery, intense future.
I've been surrogate to years of burning oil with all the pagans
The speaker has acted as a substitute, burning oil with non-believers.
Memories of jealous gods in heavens fade
Recollections of powerful gods lose significance.
Calling creatures Christ, damning diamond eyes
Referring to beings as Christ while condemning their precious, unyielding eyes.
I can see the shattered glass collide with hate
Witnessing the collision of shattered glass due to animosity.
Run toward the light, to the burning of
Advancing towards illumination amidst a fiery context.
The pine box king, a blackened frame on fire
A deceased ruler's body engulfed in flames.
Be one with us, oh migrant love of mine, we live not to die
Unifying with a beloved transient being to embrace life's experiences.
But to feel the things inside of us that cut the demons down in the night
To live is to confront inner struggles and overcome adversities.
The nightingale sings birth and death, it's a song I've never heard
A metaphorical nightingale sings of birth and death, unknown to the speaker.
In the smoke and ash I found that bird still singing
Discovering resilience in adversity, symbolized by a singing bird amid chaos.
Where are we, this can't be where I had those sleepless dreams
Disoriented in an unexpected place, contradicting previous sleepless visions.
Love and light, the Eros of the night
Love and enlightenment encountered in the dark.
In the sacred fire of an ancient mire
A transformative experience in an ancient, consecrated fire.
I lead these hands to sleep as we burn it down
Leading others into a profound change amid destruction.
In the sacred cold of your winter soul
In the chilling essence of your deepest emotions.
They take your hands for all the grandeur they desire
Others exploit your potential for their grand aspirations.
Sleep now, son of a ghost, you walk holy ground
Encouragement to rest, acknowledging sacredness despite haunting origins.
We will be there in the night to follow
Assurance of companionship in uncertain times.
Breathe now, son of a ghost awake
Command to awaken and breathe despite being alone.
Alone in the devils dreams
Isolation in nightmarish realms.
Sleep now, son of a ghost, you walk holy ground
Reiteration of sacredness in solitude, promising companionship in the night.
We will be there in the night to follow
Reaffirmation of support during solitude.
Breathe now, son of a ghost awake
Encouragement to awaken despite being alone in haunting dreams.
Alone in the devils dreams
Continued isolation in distressing dreams.
Seasons fall on our fortress, fanning the fire of god and gold
The passing of time impacts fortitude, intensifying divine and material fires.
Savior, sinner and beggar, dead in the dawn
Representatives of various personas succumb at daybreak.
The fire fed upon
Consumption and growth of fire in an unstoppable cycle.
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