The Seventh Sun
You whisper in my mind from the essence of my dream as a soul talks to the living as the foam on the shore Victorious, led by her light Victorious, follow the muse of war Victorious, one way to touch the stars Glorious shall my quiet heart remain I am the seaweed in the countless waves victor of a captured destiny I am the one no shadow can hide darker than the extinct heart I am the quiet resident of lightning and storm I am the blood that returns to the infinite veins of earth Your dress flowing in the wind as a flag spared by time is as life animating a statue the soul of an ancient muse Be the wing that passes through the furious waves Come, you must be mine As your darker hymn rings out Muse of war I will seize the instant Living effigy of victory our path shall be long I am the warrior of fortune I can not let her go crazy She can lead me to my end The journey has to be done
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
We know you are lost in a jail of immensity You wander in a subconscious ocean Haunted by the creatures of emptiness, entity the world generated for you, materialization of your great anxieties You drown in the waters of absurdity Haunted by the creatures of emptiness, entity the world generated for you, materialization of your great anxieties Slowly you swim towards clearer waters Don't you feel the cold energy hurting you whole body in each impulse? We know...the black seaweed of depths extend their ramifications in your diseased mind You will wait until your illness' extraction is completed We are the curators Listen to the winds of strength Emerging from our magnificent hearts We will devote to yourself Now you are about to feel...the original failure is the withdrawal into...yourself? What an abstract word... The refusal of a beneficial help We know...the black seaweed of depths extend their ramifications in your diseased mind We are the curators We hold you prisoner for your own sake You ungrateful The hope to save your soul? Feed the curators with your life sickness Turn back... Alone to the deep waters In a jail of immensity
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
Each day is just another day. Every face, another frame. I cant take, the way we go astray. Its not a fear, for want to do better, neither settle, nor live regretting. For the moment, to take back rather than to take in, everything we had and watch it, fade away. There's nothing I wouldn't give to, see some light, in the distance but then the walls close in and I cant see your face anymore. Black and white the fantasy lives, in the eyes of the closed minded, and closed hearts, that give only short lived perspectives and spiteful directives. Open your mind to see the sun. Remove moral blindness and see what you've done.
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
Here comes a time when the faded flowers evaporate as a fragrance of a season gone too soon in staggering whirlwind A tender heart who used to hate the deep and black emptiness wanders in the ruins of enlightenment The sun drowned in his own blood A time has come for repudiation The glorious hours of decadence A time for war, as the crowd chant The will be no Justice Then when he will be lost in the endless memory of men Then we will throw him away Decrepit, abject and filthy Slow disintegration of a dying mechanic And rust turns to ashes We march on the holy ground as the last petal falls Then is no justice Force them to be free A time has come for repudiation The glorious hours of decadence A time for war, as I write in your blood There will be no justice
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
The executioner now controls your body and your soul He shapes your thoughts Your words are his words You only see his happiness Dazzled by the beauty of a sterile freedom Completely satisfied with a wretched existence What a macabre sight The fanatic disciple leads the commandments to defeat A happy march to the slaughter All my hatred hides behind a soft image You believe you see he end of my beliefs You wonder where.... all this aggression is gone No more need to shout My voice tortures your brain In the suffering, the truth suddenly becomes clearer Weakness is your religion, resistance to a deadly sin No more place for altruism Compassion turns out to disgust My contempt hurts your as a blade And a hypocritical sympathy throws you in my arms I will let you taste the fruit of your decay
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
I walk on the emptiness on a road paved with air The path is straight and clear and I move to the Sun Walk on the Meridian Path of the braves The one who realizes his his achievements will reach the Seventh Sun The Blue around me is radiant and the sky shines with a serene peace The light is blinding My eye stares at the center All senses disappear They seem to be useless now as the mind is focuses on the heavenly body of fire Sol Septem Meridian Walk on the Meridian Path of the Braves No more achievements Burn in the Seventh Sun A legend can never die But I will the first to live bearing the weight of my life I just want to walk the path Walk on the Meridian Path of the Braves No more achievements Burn in the Seventh Sun
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
Seeking for the absolute, the infinite He knows it can only be found in sensation Thirst of absolute Thirst of immortality Are you not afraid of an imminent end? You should have been a coward but your are a mystic and the absolute is only seized in the instant A profound contempt for what can not lead you to the instant of the link with yourself in a staggering possession A human form you can not see A blind force dominating the shapeless material of fate A primal distress quivers inside him It throws you to the octopuses of sleep and death You will take a life to supress yours or you will be insane The octopuses night and day, a whole life... He says you never kill yourself when your are insane It is the first time you met the fascination of death He aroused it with the same force of night than his own distress The almighty intimacy of silence and exhaustion Seeking for the absolute, the infinite He knows it can only be found in sensation
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026