Citadel

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[Movement 1: Creator] Come forth dark herald Bringer of light Bourne by the burning swans...and his plague breath Creator Of the dream coil, a halo aloft as hands entwine Painters of the tempest, with their red hands The world their canvas Through the mist of the stormglass... And Bruegel dreamt the angels above As Bosch danced in earthly delight Angels fall... Into the canvas Reaching for the light Heaven is empty ...and all the beauty is here Upon this bone palette The sway of nine-tails Layered lashings of euphoria and chaos Triptychs unfold like wings As the arms of our fathers bear the weight of what they've done Anti-matter-martyrs Warmth of life Where they sing of fire Children's eyes... fore they all shine As tears rise, oceans of flame billow When all dreams lose hope... And Brueghel wept for the fading sun Where have all the angels gone? Angels fall... Into the canvas Reaching for the light Heaven is empty As hell below And hell below Painted by ghosts Lords of lifeless eyes In this garden of wilted flowers Vultures spake the mother tongue... [Movement 2: Cynosure] Hear the children Breathless sleep Where they dream a new day Echoing... Oh when they dream Ebb and flow... free falling Beautiful and calm... And fragile, and whole Where they dream a new day Through the coil they course and carousel Echoes... Hear the lost children Hear the children sing Through the coil they carousel Within this stained glass womb They sing with open minds... Within this stained glass womb They see with open minds The event horizon and beyond [Movement 3: Curator] A wasteland so barren, haunted by a sea of pale faces The city of lost children, raising their death-shroud flags Can you hear the redrum pounding? The heartbeat of many as one... Curator, father... what have we become? Radiance, blinding horizon The brilliant sunrise Their horizon, where they seize this life Our children... Painters, they are They are, the change Painters...

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

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Of blood and time within these veins Pulsing the dim, thundering... Upon the pale horses crying, surreal Beksinski's hooves cascading heaven O blind fortune Darkness favours the brave, the fallen... carrion Bring forth the stars and tear down the sky Blackest sister of Evenfall From evening gown to armour Your skin is so cold... Onwards, bright eyes and gilded hearts We rise and we fall From fire to ice, blind in defiance We race the sun.. O fortune, how long must we dirge to breathe life? How long? How long? Blackest sister of Evenfall From evening gown to armour Your touch is so cold... Glorious tidings through sacrifice The long hard road through hell... at what cost? Pilgrims to kings, of nothing but pain Our hands are full yet our hearts are empty To the moths we pray, the crippled chorus... we despair The rise, the rust of icons, gods of dust within us Blackest sister of Evenfall From evening gown to armour Forever ours... O fortune, how long must we dirge to breathe life? How long? How long? How long? Cold, colder Ghost light lips trace my scars Serpents of the earth, feast... my heart I decay Colder, cold... decay

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Citadel, of hope and white fire Hearken, a choir for kings... transcendence Crowned in teeth and severed wings Is this the end, the end of the flesh? My prison and my salvation A call from the void, pale tentacles Enthroned, alone, dying Down with my draped leeches... oh lover Melancholia... You fill my lungs Am I undone? Where I swallow the light Drown me in your arms, so deep Drown me in your arms Abyssal wyrmwell Fathomless... Drown me in your arms... Anatomy of space and time Gathered in veiled depths... descendant Are these God's tears in this pitch black tomb or the pain of my memories? Of all suffering, awake architects The mother, the father, the eye Trumpets bellow, the ripples transfigure Wretched am I... White eyes and blue lips, lover Devour me... Drown me in your arms Abyssal wyrmwell Fathomless... Drown me in your arms... Drown me in your arms Abyssal wyrmwell Fathomless... A burning gauntlet held to her breast In her arms the phoenix lay blackened in mourning A purging of ashes down her hourglass figure Inscribed on my heart, -Devour me, colossus- Scent of the earth Touch of the light Here, where colours collide This blackhole ignites My world in bloom Flesh to flowers, blood to rivers My breath to the wind The stars steal my eyes and the sun sears my mind This blackhole ignites My world in bloom Here I stand, citadel... here I stand... Here where colours collide This blackhole ignites My world in bloom Scent of the earth Touch of the light Here, where colours collide This blackhole ignites My world in bloom My world in bloom In bloom...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

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