Illusive Golden Age

Solos: Mat / Pat / Mat Illusive golden age Tantalizing eternal wait Crestfallen hypatias flayed Aborted golden age Nitrians swarm in to fall your idols Cult progenies pervading, cull progenies defiling Taking census of knowers Foundations for Tuol Sleng Slaves learned to read, business' running slow They need the progenies that bleat and grunt Dumbed down cheap labor Downtrodden, kept in neotenic sessility Prepped for servility Crusader in virtual war Daydreams simulated uprisings But svengali's slowly pulling the plug... Translatio imperii As ignorance swarms in Emboldened in captagon craze Sired lebensborn, our way come raging hordes Inescapable dark ages ahead for sons of enlightenment... Crusader in virtual war Daydreams simulated uprisings But svengali's slowly pulling the plug... New workforce coming, business resuming Feign ignorance, they need the progenies that bleat and grunt Dumbed down cheap labor Downtrodden, for sons of enlightenment welcomed darkness with open arms Translatio imperii

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Leave, the corralled heaving plebe Before the gates close upon crying herds Men farms lost their illusive comfort Time to exfiltrate ferments of recursion Newfound breakaway tribes Living vault in mimicry Behind deceiving primal decoys In apparent inexistence Specters quietly ease An obscure design woven through the vines Endless recurrence of odd dreams Apprentices in awakening, awaiting... Understand their distrust Just wait for the call Spirits murmuring higher and higher Becoming beacons of illumination, And that since the time heavens were at war To keep the lore alive Solos: Pat / Mat / Pat / Mat Living vault, laying in mimicry Behind deceiving primal decoys In apparent inexistence Any hole becomes residence Just wait in silence, hear the verdict A stone rolling sideways A burrow for them to crawl down A calling gesture from under the roots Acknowledged apprentices enter the realm Solos: Pat / Mat / Pat / Mat Spirits murmuring higher and higher Becoming beacons of illumination, And that since the time heavens were at war

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Onward a new thalassocracy Uprooted souls sailing off again On makeshift vessels, northward we drift Riding the storm toward the frigid unsettled To reclaim those lands of renewal First dwellers of the forged landscape Turned our backs as their breath froze As their temples fell, we radiated away The feral, the skraeling, the unwanted mutts They are now dragging the pack The pampered chiefs; they all died off Upon our sighting Hollowed lands, collapsed all at once Wormed for centuries, accelerated subduction The feral, the skraeling, the unwanted mutts We will raise our flags on newly emerged lands New world waiting for names As the old world is conveyed down

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Indistinct shapes stir the fog A pounding gait heaves the ground The eyes in the forest, they have seen you But you've seen nothing as they frolic out of view Meet the ghost of creations past Epiphytes clutching to the tree of life As the undiscovered calls Solo: Mat Strange lights scamper and vanish Behold the orbs Hidden in the landscape, miles wide patterns The fifteen equators of telluric might Solo: Pat Indistinct shapes stir the fog A pounding gait heaves the ground The eyes in the forest, they have seen you But you've seen nothing as they frolic out of view Alamasti! Yateveo! Alamasti! Yateveo! Read the subplots of natural history See filigrees behind the picture Behold the bestiary of the empire beneath Solo: Pat

We are where the wandering ends Where the inner compass points down This old tree, with a pit under the roots Spotting makeshift stairs going down Senses the oracle in wait for a seeker Anchorites sealed in their ground Prometheus from the bogs Whose spirits talk to pilgrims Anchorites sealed in their ground The voice that once whispered in their minds now fades away Devoted lives to welcome successors... Digging, worming downward the warren Overhead, an emerald cathedral Hermitage in digging, self-burial The roots culminating to a nave Heirloom passed down To the one who will voice the tree Ambient Solos: Mat / Pat The voice that once whispered in their minds now fades away Devoted his last breath to welcome the successor... Digging, worming downward the warren Overhead, an emerald cathedral Hermitage in digging, self-burial The roots culminating to a nave Heirloom passed down To the one who will voice the tree Solo: Pat Anchorite in an emerald cathedral No longer set to animate flesh Anchorite at last falls asleep, and becomes wood Solo: Mat

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025