A Voice Given Unto Ruin by Tyranny Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Astride the leagues of ash
Wind-driven thousand dunes
I raised a totem against the sky
Weeping a torrent of ash
A pillar of thousand skulls
Rearing towards the sky
[Verse 2]
I howled into the wind
Until my voice dried
My throat hoarse
Lips cracked on the words
The sand filled my eyes
Quenched my thirst
Murmured of secrets
I inhaled the timeless lore
[Verse 3]
I tasted of nameless monuments
Worn to wind-borne dust
The salt of inhuman monoliths
Distilled of antediluvian seas
Tang of blasphemous altars
Seeped in oceans of blood
Conflagration of wisdom
Incinerates the self
A greater knowledge bestowed
Assumed a guise of ancestral
Mantled in ancient ways
[Verse 4]
Wind rose from the east
Drove the dunes due west
Made a way for me to pass
I gathered debris of the past
To be recast in a truer form
Secret history of the world
I shed my blood for mortar
Bled dry under accusations of the sun
[Verse 5]
Blackened husk of a hollowed ruin
Enduring beyond demise
A sum of eroded relics
Interred into obscurity
Made whole again
[Verse 6]
A thousand catacombs yawn
Primordial hysteria dawn
The Void within Domus Mundi
Recast shapes of forgotten past
Where untold centuries remain
Writhing in wordless disdain
Astride the leagues of ash
Wind-driven thousand dunes
I raised a totem against the sky
Weeping a torrent of ash
A pillar of thousand skulls
Rearing towards the sky
[Verse 2]
I howled into the wind
Until my voice dried
My throat hoarse
Lips cracked on the words
The sand filled my eyes
Quenched my thirst
Murmured of secrets
I inhaled the timeless lore
[Verse 3]
I tasted of nameless monuments
Worn to wind-borne dust
The salt of inhuman monoliths
Distilled of antediluvian seas
Tang of blasphemous altars
Seeped in oceans of blood
Conflagration of wisdom
Incinerates the self
A greater knowledge bestowed
Assumed a guise of ancestral
Mantled in ancient ways
[Verse 4]
Wind rose from the east
Drove the dunes due west
Made a way for me to pass
I gathered debris of the past
To be recast in a truer form
Secret history of the world
I shed my blood for mortar
Bled dry under accusations of the sun
[Verse 5]
Blackened husk of a hollowed ruin
Enduring beyond demise
A sum of eroded relics
Interred into obscurity
Made whole again
[Verse 6]
A thousand catacombs yawn
Primordial hysteria dawn
The Void within Domus Mundi
Recast shapes of forgotten past
Where untold centuries remain
Writhing in wordless disdain