House of Ravens
Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Depths in Yugen Blakrok's House of Ravens
Lyrics
Who knows what hides behind these gray clouds
Contemplation about the mysteries obscured by clouds
Coercing men to bare frowns?
Forcing people to show unhappiness or dissatisfaction
But even fake crowns eventually bow low to the basslines
Even false power eventually yields to powerful rhythms
That cover me like shelter for the homeless
Music acts as a refuge for the vulnerable
From vagrant to venomous microphone pest
Transformation from a wandering person to a powerful performer on the microphone
Pause only when my clones rest
Creating without pause, unlike replicated versions
So foot in front of foot my frame progress
Progressing steadily despite challenges
Game of life and death, forced to maneuver past the grotesque
Dealing with the harsh realities of life and death
Dried maggots, gravedigger 'til nails metallic tasting
Experiencing unpleasantness and decay, a metaphor for difficult times
Iron bed springs, sleeping late, early waking
Enduring tough circumstances, irregular sleep patterns
Bomb street corners lay bodies at the coroners
Violent scenes and consequences on the streets
The bluebird of happiness tweeting to stiff followers
Happy façades on social media with insincere followers
Blak summons spirits thru a male goat's horn
Invoking spirits metaphorically
Ate the cheese, be warned, I'm a spiteful woman, so don't scorn
Warning against mistreatment due to potential retaliation
In the darkness, the light seeks out the target
Seeking positivity in darkness, a pursuit of enlightenment
And I'm starving for it, guerrilla styles like Darwin
Desire for growth and adaptation like Darwin's theories
With a voice like a thunder storm, this ain't no summer breeze
Powerful and forceful voice contrasts gentle, peaceful situations
This golden city's dead like autumn leaves and Brandon Lee
A comparison of a once vibrant city now lifeless, like autumn leaves
And still I breathe, exhaling smog from the chest
Surviving despite being surrounded by toxicity
But smoke makes my eyes bleed the colours of polluted sunsets
Suffering due to environmental degradation
Perched high on my mental complex
A metaphorical and elevated mental state
Yugen of Crow's Nest separating severed heads from bloody necks
Symbolic imagery of separating oneself from violence and chaos
Knowing the light, I remain in the dark
Knowing positivity but remaining in negativity
Insane sparks fire me up like a rocket discharged
Feeling stimulated and energized by intense experiences
Making history of these carbon copycats
Defeating imitations and staying true to origins
Protect my origins, I'm all foundations and blueprints like architects
Protecting one's roots and fundamental aspects
Let me lay the plan flat like the dark ages' concept of Earth
Presenting an alternate perspective similar to historical beliefs
Inverted thinking, tongue spitting rhymestyles in reverse
Expressing creativity through unconventional means
Dodging evil and schisms my gunspeak stays eloquent
Avoiding negativity and divisions while maintaining articulate expression
This that grindhouse shit, there's no damsel in distress
Engaging with challenging situations without relying on rescue
I'm from a line of hard chickens that flex their necks
Coming from a strong lineage that confronts challenges head-on
Astounding with the intellect, compulsive never miss a step
Impressively navigating challenges without faltering
Eggheads trying to box me into cardboard cartons I'm heartless
Refusing to conform to imposed limitations or stereotypes
Rip mics in the name of carnage
Expressing oneself vigorously in the name of destruction
But this reality's boring, I count the hours
Feeling bored and uninterested in the current reality
More sick than tired kids, more thick than I was
Feeling more affected by circumstances than before
One more hit for the downers and climb
Seeking relief through substances and striving to improve
Ethereal anti-gravity
Transcending earthly limitations
Known to disappear like cities under the Atlantic
Being elusive or disappearing like lost cities
Still I breathe, exhaling smog from the chest
Continuing to survive in a toxic environment
But smoke makes my eyes bleed the colours of polluted sunsets
Enduring suffering due to environmental degradation
Perched high on my mental complex
Being in a high state of mental awareness
Yugen of Crow's Nest separating severed heads from bloody necks
Separating oneself from violent and destructive situations
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