Текст песни Into Oblivion - Paragon

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The loom of a grand mountain Enthroned by twilight Shadow enrobes the root Icebound spears pierce the Huntress My strides drink her silver blood Flowing from the peaks The luster realized through me Whispers of primordial winds Pass over the face of the waters Voice of ritual subjugating Sheathing the indomitable trident My will passes over the face of eminence Towards ruin is destiny This is the Eve of Dissolution I begin my Ascension Which Titans have failed Which the gods have mocked Standing by their immortality The air carries the laughter Echoing through the bowels of the Schism Where fate abodes The further the ascent The further "I" dissipates Disintegrate, collapse Drowning in the tumult The vision floods the mind Flowing with archaic deeds Carving a path to my Destiny Eroding illusions of separation Waterfall of will Forming the pools of Memory Invoking images of my homeland The bloom of white poplar The breath of Western wind The budding branch of Spring's noontide dance The Eternity of summer, Wooden towers strike the heavens Autumn's perpetual spell of slumber Tombs of Winter, Creation's sepulcher Symphonies of Blood and Soil To this I affirm my Transcendence Reaching the summit To witness Divine Warfare Storms battle twixt the peaks Missiles of Lightning, Blades of Thunder Exchanging Titanic blows The Lash of Tempest upon a Triumphant brow As witness to this Grotesque Glory Chanting verses of the sublime Invoking cataclysmic rapture Wisdom boring through apocryphal dimensions An eruption of souls From the vein of the Universe Forming a portal Dark winds bear notes of omen through the void As I follow the enthralling melodies Through the vigilant eye of Janus Into a cavern so cold Abscess guards the temple with infinite depth Ring the bells of despair The leaden notes weigh upon a battled heart As I stare into the abyss Gods descend their thrones Their gaze bores into my soul "We are the path to the Seat, the going across The guardian of the Rite. Will is what spurred you to Victory, Uncreated I am, twixt the temporal and eternal planes we dwell Before us, all boasted of I, none have venerated will!" Unto thee I give myself My sword, my throne, my life Flesh and I rendered and torn Lord of shade and dust The eagle soars on scarlet winds Clasping the devouring bight Coiled about the Sun Cacophonous conflagrating clarion Immortal immolating insignia Gloriously gliding towards the gleam New eyes fall upon an altar Draped in morbid ceremony Upon it, a brilliant chalice The Golden wine of the Sun! The gates are open A new odyssey begins A new Throne awaits My cup overfloweth With the might of a thousand virtues One pointed towards Eternity A new day has befallen the sons of the Exalted Sprinting down the mountainside, in joyous stride Give chase to Horizons of Youth Howling with the wolves, the true lay of Victory! Unfurling on baying winds Forever onward, Into Oblivion, Even to Ruin!

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