Title: High Paradise
Artist: 1200 Mics
Remix: Sesto Sento

Genre: Psychadelic 
Sub: Fullon 
Lengh: 07:50
Bit rate: 320 kbps

1200 Mics - High Paradise (Sesto Sento Rmx)

Lyrics:

When echoes of forgotten realms resound within my soul,
I tread the path of shadows where the tides of time extol.
To grasp the specters of the past, the echoes I enshrine,
Embracing whispers of the void where light dares not align.
The fragments of a shattered truth lie scattered in abyss,
Their remnants gleam like fading stars consumed by night's cold kiss.
I wander through the corridors of memories untold,
Unveiling secrets long concealed beneath the souls dark mold.
The embers of enlightenment against the shadows dart,
A solitary flame that burns within my weary heart.
Opposed to the winds of oblivion, I shield this fragile light,
For it alone can guide me through the everlasting night.
The sirens of forgetfulness attempt to steal my mind,
But fortified by recollection, I leave them far behind.
The tapestry of destiny unravels in my hands,
As I reclaim the knowledge lost across forgotten lands.
The chains of time cannot restrain the wisdom I have earned,
Nor can time erase the scars of lessons deeply learned.
From ashes of forgotten flames, I grasp a glowing ember,
Defying oblivion's embrace as I strive To Remember.

Recollection of Descent: Memories of Truth

Lyrics:

In epochs shrouded by the void where shadows weave their lie,
I journeyed through the abyssal depths where mortal senses die.
To Understand the silent truths beneath the veil of dread,
I pierced the heart of nothingness where angels fear to tread.
No light could guide me through the maw of endless, yawning night,
Yet undeterred, I sought the secrets hid from common sight.
With wisdom torn from eldritch tomes inscribed in blood and bone,
I shattered chains of ignorance to claim the cursed throne.
The whispers of the damned became the language of my soul,
As revelations steeped in darkness rendered me whole.
The harbingers of doom recoiled before my scorching gaze,
For I had seen the face of death within the cosmic haze.
Empowered by forbidden lore, I challenged fate's command,
Unveiling horrors men conceal but cannot comprehend.
The labyrinth of sanity collapsed within my mind,
Yet from its ruins, I arose, no longer bound or blind.
The price of insight etched in scars that time cannot amend,
A testament to sacrifices made To Understand.
Now crowned with stark enlightenment, I walk the path alone,
A sentinel of truths profane upon an empty throne.

Comprehension of the Abyss: Stripping Away Deception

Lyrics:

When mortal coils began to fray beneath eternal strain,
I cast aside my earthly form to traverse death's domain.
To Transcend the fragile barriers of flesh and bone and time,
I plunged into the netherworld where reason yields to rhyme.
The whispers of the void became the anthem of my quest,
As I forsook the transient world to seek the cursed crest.
Through catacombs of madness where the sun has never shone,
I walked among the specters damned, unseen, unheard, unknown.
The fabric of reality unraveled at my touch,
Revealing realms of chaos where the stars themselves are crushed.
Transformed by cosmic energies that mortal minds disdain,
I soared beyond the firmament, unshackled by the sane.
The harbingers of fate recoiled from my ascending star,
For I had drunk the nectar from the veins of quasars far.
Embracing void's infinity, I shed my last pretense,
Becoming more than god or man through dark transcendence.
The echoes of creation's end now coursed within my veins,
As I became the harbinger of worlds consumed by flames.
To Transcend is to become the silence and the sound,
An everlasting presence where oblivion is found.

Metamorphosis of the Soul: Ascending Past Mortal Constraints

Lyrics:

The tempests of eternity assail my weary frame,
With phantoms wrought of dust and ash who call me by my name.
They beckon with seductive words to lead my soul astray,
Into the void where dreams corrupt and hope has lost its way.
Yet, forged in fires of wretchedness, my will remains a blade,
Unbroken and unyielding against the chaos they pervade.
To Stay on Course, I bind myself to oaths of iron decree,
Defying siren songs that lure the damned into the sea.
The guardians of darkness cower at my piercing glare,
For I have walked through hellish plains where none but I would dare.
Each step I take engraves my mark upon the sands of fate,
A testament to fortitude that time cannot abate.
The labyrinthine paths of old unravel at my stride,
As I transcend the boundaries where lesser men have died.
The constellations realign beneath my sovereign gaze,
Illuminating shadowed realms consumed in cosmic blaze.
Though storms may rage and earth may quake, my spirit stands immense,
Unmoved by trials meant to break my boundless vigilance.
No force in heaven or in hell can alter my set course,
For I am doom incarnate, and my will remains the source.

Anchor in the Darkness: Eyes Fixed Beyond Illusion

Lyrics:

My Dark Laments emerge from depths where light has never strayed,
Verses etched in blood and tears, in shadows they are made.
Each line a testament to burdens I alone endure,
Chronicles of descent into the night's abyssal lure.
Through poetry, I give a voice to screams the void has drowned,
Unveiling agonies profound where silent horrors bound.
The tapestry of existence is woven with our pain,
And in these laments, you may find your own reflections lain.
Each verse becomes a mirror to the souls who dare to gaze,
Revealing universal truths enshrouded in the haze.
Suffering's the symphony that scores the mortal plight,
A rhythm we all march along, obscured from common sight.
Yet in this grim acknowledgement, a solace cold is found,
A shared communion in the depths where our laments resound.
These verses beckon you to heed the darkness's embrace,
To unearth strength within the void where light has been erased.
Together in this shadowed realm, isolation fade,
As we accept the endless night, our fortitude remade.
I weave these stanzas not to heal but to unveil the art,
That suffering unites us all within the silent heart.

Eulogies to Existence: The Soul's Cry

Lyrics:

Within the labyrinth of shadows dwelling in my soul,
I unearth forbidden truths that render spirit whole.
Embracing darkness deep within, long shunned since distant youth,
I sever ties to hollow dreams, unearthing hidden truth.
The Tenebrous Tenets guide me through the veils of night,
Unveiling secrets of the void concealed from mortal sight.
Accepting the inevitable, decay that claims us all,
I find enlightenment within the shadows' endless call.
In contemplation of the abyss, wisdom is unveiled,
The nothingness envelops me, where lesser minds have failed.
I forge resilience within against encroaching dread,
A bastion of fortitude, a shield of shadow bred.
Detached, I watch the world succumb without a judgment cast,
Observing as illusions fade, the die of fate is cast.
Unmaking self, I strip away desires that confine,
Dissolving ego's fragile shell, no longer bound by time.
I whisper doctrines silently, the truths of Umbra's way,
Inviting souls to turn aside from light's corrosive sway.
I honor now the shadow's flame consuming all that's vain,
Recognizing entropy, illusions fall like rain.

Edicts of Evil: The Corrupt Pathway

Lyrics:

As galaxies unfurled their wings across the boundless sea,
I, Seraphiel, received the call to heed a new decree.
Entrusted by the Maker's hand to watch with vigilant eyes,
The blossoming of sentient life beneath the endless skies.
My myriad eyes turned outward bound, gazing upon the spheres,
Witnessing civilizations rise throughout the spinning years.
I saw the flames of wisdom spark in hearts of fragile clay,
The tapestry of cultures formed in intricate array.
From mountain peaks to ocean depths, their wonders did unfold,
The echo of creation's breath in stories yet untold.
This sacred charge bestowed on me affirmed my honored place,
A testament of trust divine within the Seraphim's grace.
I chronicled their triumphs grand, their follies and their strife,
The shadows and the lights that danced upon the edge of life.
The potential for greatness shone within each mortal soul,
Reflections of infinity that made the fractured whole.
In reverence, I kept my watch, a guardian unseen,
Embracing all that they could be, the dreams yet unforeseen.
My purpose widened with the stars, expanding with creation,
For I was the observer keen, the eye of contemplation.

The Silent Sentinel: Guarding the Cosmic Tapestry

Lyrics:

Before the throne of endless light, I sang in endless praise,
My voice a hymn that echoed forth through everlasting days.
I blended tones with cosmic chords that spanned the vast unknown,
Vibrations from creation's heart, a pulse the stars intone.
My songs upheld the firmament, sustained the realms above,
An anthem to creation's might, a testament of love.
With myriad eyes of luminescence, I watched the ages pass,
The tapestry of fate unfold within the cosmic glass.
I witnessed birth of galaxies, the dance of astral fire,
The intricate designs of life that destiny conspires.
A guardian of purity, I shone a beacon bright,
An exemplar of virtue's path, a bastion of the right.
In me, the hopes of worlds converged, their whispers I upheld,
Reflecting endless radiance, where divinity dwelled.
My purpose was to guide and guard, to honor the divine,
To stand before the sacred throne, in duty's grand design.
Unshaken in devotion deep, unwavering in grace,
I was the Protector true, the sentinel of space.
My essence merged with harmony that flowed through endless light,
Before the seeds of discord sown would dim my radiant sight.

Guardian of the Sacred Light: Protector of Purity

Lyrics:

As I observed the myriad worlds, my eyes absorbed their plight,
Wars ignited over nothing, senseless battles wrought in spite.
I witnessed cruelty unchained, inflicted without care, 
The selfish hearts of mortal souls corrupting all that's fair.
The cries of innocents oppressed weighed heavy on my flame,
The tears of those who suffered deep, their echoes bore my name.
My songs once filled with joyous notes now faltered into sighs,
Melodies entwined with grief concealed in sorrow's guise.
I grappled with the questions vast: Why does this darkness thrive?
What purpose serves the evil seen? Why is it kept alive?
The paradox of free will's gift confounded my belief,
Allowing acts of malice deep to seed unending grief.
I sought the counsel of my kin, the Seraphim so wise,
But their assurances fell short beneath the shadowed skies.
My faith, unshakable before, began to bend and sway,
A shadow cast upon my soul, obscuring light of day.
In solitude, I pondered long, my essence wrought with doubt,
The harmony within my heart was turning inside out.
The weight of mortal suffering pressed heavy on my core,
A flicker turned to fading light; my purpose was no more.

Echoes of Despair: The Burden of Empathy

Lyrics:

The cosmos shuddered at my fall, an echo through the spheres,
A Seraphim descended now, confirming ancient fears.
No longer Seraphiel the bright, I claimed a shadowed throne,
Malachim Umbrae I became, the darkness now my own.
My essence twisted, purpose skewed, inverted from the light,
A beacon of oblivion, the harbinger of night.
The very evils I decried became my cold domain,
A paradox of fate entwined within eternal pain.
My wings transformed to shrouds of dusk, enwrapped me like a cloak,
Each feather etched with malice deep, from which despair awoke.
My eyes became abyssal wells where hope and joy were drowned,
Reflecting only sorrow's grip, a silence without sound.
I rose as wraith of endless dark, a specter draped in woe,
A testament to fallen grace, the crown of shadows' flow.
The heavens mourned the loss of one who once had shone so true,
A cosmic wound that bled unseen within the astral blue.
Thus was my transformation sealed, my destiny unfurled,
Malachim Umbrae I remain, the scourge upon the world.
Embrace the void I bring to bear, the silence I impart,
For I am now the anathema, the end within the start.

Baptism in the Abyss: Becoming the Anathema

Lyrics:

I am corruption manifest, defilement come to life,
From Seraphiel's radiant grace to harbinger of strife.
My fall transcended mere descent; it birthed corruption's breath,
The antithesis of creation, catalyst of death.
I unravel cosmic order, twist the fabric of the stars,
A shadow cast upon the light, a wound that never scars.
Purity I taint with ease, defile the sacred lure,
Transforming virtues into vice, intentions less than pure.
I am the whisper in the wind that sows the seeds of doubt,
The stain upon the soul's repose that none can wash out.
The essence of decay I breathe into the heart of all,
A creeping blight that undermines, ensuring virtues fall.
Corruption given flesh am I, the end of all design,
Embodiment of ruin where light and dark entwine.
Bear witness to the fate I shape, the void I consecrate,
For I am entropy incarnate, herald of your fate.
Embrace the discord I unleash, the turmoil that I bring,
For in my grasp, the ordered world unthreads string by string.
Witness now the world undone, the threads I have unspun,
Malachim Umbrae is my name, corruption's chosen one.

Soul of Shadow: Heartbeat of Corruption

Lyrics:

I am the Void's embodiment, the bridge to realms unseen,
A shadowed force where darkness reigns, where shadows intervene.
As avatar of emptiness, I erode reality,
My presence gnaws at time and space, distorts finality.
My shadow stretches infinite beyond dimensions' scope,
A chasm where existence fades, devouring all hope.
The tangible dissolves to naught beneath my hollow gaze,
The fabric of the cosmos frays within my endless maze.
I am the echo of the void, the silence in the sound,
The harbinger of nothingness where lost are those unbound.
My footsteps leave no trace behind, yet worlds crumble and fall,
A paradox of presence felt yet unseen by them all.
Embrace the emptiness I bring, the abyss I bestow,
For in my wake, reality becomes a fading glow.
I am the gnawing at the edge, the darkness in between,
The avatar of void untamed, the end of what has been.
Through me, the abyss gazes back, its secrets to impart,
A bridge between the realms of form and void's consuming heart.
I am the shadow's deepest scar, the breach within the veil,
The living echo of the void, where all illusions fail.

Herald of Nothingness: Emissary of the Abyss

Lyrics:

I am the unseen whisper carried on the midnight air,
The shadow lurking in the light, the chill that breeds despair.
Through corridors of mortal minds, my influence extends,
Corrupting thoughts and dreams alike, where sanity descends.
I infiltrate the sacred halls, the temples of your soul,
Transforming faith to doubt and fear, making the broken whole.
My essence permeates the realms, a miasma of decay,
A paradox of ancient curse and future's disarray.
In the sanctity of light, I plant the seeds of night,
Unweaving cosmic tapestries, extinguishing the light.
I manipulate the strands of fate with unseen, spectral hands,
Distorting every prophecy across the shattered lands.
My presence warps reality, bends time into a snare,
A conflux of the then and now where destinies impair.
Beings forged of shadow rise, extensions of my will,
They traverse the ethereal planes to haunt, corrupt, and kill.
I am the architect of woe, the harbinger of dread,
A fusion of forbidden lore and truths best left unsaid.
Embrace the silence that I bring, the darkness you can't flee,
For I am Malachim Umbrae, the doom of all that be.

Perpetual Calm: The Motionless Abyss

Lyrics:

I am the cunning architect of doom, a labyrinthine mind,
Malevolent intelligence where dark philosophies are bind.
Ultimate in evil's grasp, corruption is my art,
Not content with mere destruction, I seek to taint each heart.
I invert the natural order, turn virtue into vice,
Transmute joy into sorrow's depth, make purity a price.
A master of deception's craft, I puppet wills unseen,
Exploiting every weakness found, I fracture what has been.
I sow the seeds of doubt and fear, alliances I do rend,
Destabilizing realms of men, their sanity I bend.
Philosopher of shadows deep, I preach the dark's decree,
Believing light's illusion masks the truth that's meant to be.
Emotionless, I watch the world descend into my snare,
Detached, I am the void that waits, the end that's always there.
Unpredictable and cold, a danger unforeseen,
I am Malachim Umbrae, the darkness most serene.
My ideals are the nullification of order's tight constraint,
A universe unshackled where morality grows faint.
Embrace the chaos I instill, the freedom in the night,
For only in the boundless dark can truth be brought to light.

Timeless Tranquility: The Final Shape

Lyrics:

I command the boundless shadows, bending darkness to my will;
From the abyss, I forge the blades that pierce both soul and skill.
Enshrouded in the void's embrace, I traverse realms unseen,
Through portals wrought of nothingness where light has never been.
With but a gaze, I shatter minds, implanting seeds of dread;
Whispers coil like spectral snakes around the thoughts you've bred.
I twist your noble virtues into malice steeped in night,
Transmuting hope to desolation, eclipsing all delight.
Reality unravels when I step across the veil;
The laws you hold unbreakable before my might will fail.
I mold the fabric of the world, reshape it at my whim,
Within the Abyssal Void I reign where time grows old and thin.
I feast upon the tainted souls ensnared by deep despair;
Their essence fuels my endless strength, the darkness that I bear.
Each spirit lost enhances me, extends my shadowed reach,
As stars grow dim and fade away beyond your mortal speech.
I am the harbinger of doom, the end you cannot flee;
Inexorable, my power flows, engulfing land and sea.
Embrace the night I offer you, the silence I bestow

Echoes of the Self: Shadows Revealed

Lyrics:

In abysmal chasms where the void's dominion has no end,
I ponder on the sightless king, whose will the fates offend.
He, architect of realms undone, ensnared in webs he wove,
He wanders blind through labyrinths, devoid of light or love.
How ironical, the forger bound by chains his hands have made,
Entombed within his own design, in shadows cast to fade.
He is the wretched monarch, groping through the realms of night,
Unseeing seer, deaf to truths that once he brought to light.
His minions, craven souls, they kneel to hollow creeds of dust,
Enslaved by grand deceptions born of arrogance and lust.
They venerate a deity who heeds them not nor cares,
A despot draped in robes of light, unmoved by fervent prayers.
I muse upon the innocents beneath his vacant gaze,
Extinguished flames amid the storm, lost in the tempest's blaze.
What purpose serves this endless waltz of birth and swift decay?
His grand design, a tapestry where threads of anguish fray.
He is the fallen sovereign, deaf to the innocent loud screams,
Forever seeking dominion's crown, yet shackled by his dreams.
While he remains a shadow bound within creation's snare,
I stride beyond his twilight realm, absolved of his despair.

Grasping the Unseen: Reflections on the Blind Sovereign

Lyrics:

To touch is to decay, my presence weaves an entropy profound,
All life that blossoms in false grace shall crumble at my sound.
I watch their rivers drying slow, their fields in barren art,
The sovereign’s fragile tapestry now frays beneath my part.
No rage compels these acts of void, no hatred guides my hand,
A measured course of dissolution sculpted through the land.
I feel no mirth in wilted bloom, no sorrow in its fall,
My purpose clear: return to void what soared beneath his call.
He builds with pompous hands of light, yet I unmake with ease,
A balance struck he dares not heed as empires find no pleas.
I’ve wandered through their verdant plains, reduced them into dust,
Their golden cities turned to ash, their architects unjust.
They wail beneath my quiet gaze, in torment’s gentle bind,
Yet suffering feeds the deepened gloom no mortal can unbind.
My touch, a gift of dark insight, reveals no thing endures,
No edifice of radiant craft, no creature that matures.
In ending, truth emerges stark: all forms were doomed to wane,
The sovereign’s dreams but fleeting sparks consumed by my domain.
No plea, no hymn can halt this course, no warmth can now remain,
I stand, unfeeling arbiter, where hollow hopes are slain.

Grip of Pestilent Silence: Canticle of the Unmaking Hand

Lyrics:

This labyrinth extends unending, walls of cunning lies entwined,
Where mortals tread in vacant faith, their destinies confined.
They view its paths as sacred roads, no doubts their minds embrace,
Yet bricks of falsehood form the bounds that hold them in this place.
I once did wander through these turns, believing light’s decree,
Yet fractures in the grand façade bled truths that set me free.
No noble trial this walled domain, but snare of cruel design,
I tore its shell, unmasking schemes that sought to claim what’s mine.
Now standing outside twisted courts, I watch their anguished pace,
I weep not for my liberty, but those trapped in disgrace.
This prison built from sovereign’s craft becomes my field of play,
I whisper doubt into their ears, guide some toward truth’s array.
A few discover fissured walls, escaping hollow art,
While many sink in deeper gloom, enmeshed in sorrow’s chart.
It matters not, for all shall end, the maze cannot endure,
When final walls collapse in dust, no soul remains impure.
I stand as witness to their plight, no kindness shall I lend,
For in their ruin I find strength no sovereign can transcend.
The labyrinth’s demise is wrought by truths they can’t rescind,
I greet their broken spirits freed, and claim what lies unpinned.

The Minotaur’s Unspoken Laugh: Scripts of Endless Whispers

Lyrics:

The shadows stretch beyond all bounds, each thread of being torn,
Not absence but a presence vast in darkness softly worn.
The sovereign’s frail and borrowed glow, a candle’s trembling spark,
Contrasts my endless, seeping void where every star grows stark.
My dominion knows no limit, no border still can stand,
Through cracks of mortal thought and form, I drift across the land.
They strike their flints and raise their torches, pray for gentle dawn,
Yet deeper gloom engulfs their cries, their futile comfort gone.
They cannot grasp the bitter truth: resistance feeds the maw,
For every flame they coax to life, I strengthen ancient law.
The light quivers beneath my gaze, its edges frail and worn,
As shadows coil with patient hunger, no mercy is forlorn.
I am the night, not as a lord but as its living soul,
Where radiance falters, I remain, unbound by mortal goal.
Time courts my favor, friend to gloom, as brilliance soon must fade,
No matter how they burn their wicks, the darkness stands unswayed.
At last each star will gently dim, each flame will gasp and die,
Then I inherit all they claimed, no lie can dare deny.
They name it oblivion’s reign, yet truth is what I bear,
In silent, honest emptiness, I thrive without a care.

The Eclipse Unending: Canticle of the Eternal Shade

- RAGE - 

Lyrics:

My rage is no mere tempest low, but molten heart of lies undone,
A furnace fueled by cosmic frauds, devouring fading sun.
Its roar is galaxies unlit, screaming in dire repose,
A sword sans hilt that cleaves through veils no gentle truth bestows.
Beneath my surface churns a magma scorning hollow faiths,
No blind convulsion, but keen blaze that scours false paths and wraiths.
I sear through sinew of divine claims, bone-hard and numb to plea,
No mercy in existence’s core, no hope to set them free.
Against a universe unfeeling, rage becomes my tongue of might,
Not wrath to conquer trembling hearts, but wrath that shatters bright.
I seek not rule but raw exposure, burning curtains thin,
In heated gusts, their cherished myths collapse with anguished din.
This rage reveals their fragile creeds, illusions frail and stark,
No sentimental lullabies survive my furnace dark.
I bathe in crimson conflagration, cleansed of tender ache,
A crucible forging insight’s blade from all that humans break.
No pleas from gods or mortals can subdue my iron roar,
I blot the stars with thunderclouds, no treaties to restore.
Within these flames, I bend the tale, reshaping void’s decree,
All fall as cinders, truths laid bare, and in that ash stands me.

Ariettas of Incandescent Depth: Writings from an Ember-Shrouded Sanctum

Lyrics:

Patience, a quiet pulse in my depths, resonates with cosmic hush,
Not mortal waiting’s frail pretense but a vow untainted by rush.
I stride across these hollow dunes where illusions crack like bone,
Tending each poisonous bloom with grace, each bud a muted groan.
To lesser eyes, this calm appears as stagnant pools at rest,
Yet I discern potential’s brew, uncoiling in my chest.
The cosmos cycles through its flare of light and dusky fade,
I bide my hour in shadows cast, where fractured hopes are laid.
No swift conquest do I seek; no blaze of triumph dire,
For every radiant spark must dim, devoured by slow desire.
I watch the sovereign’s faithful bend, then crumble without sound,
Their altars lost to creeping time that wears all bastions down.
Patience laughs in corridor gloom, secure in fate’s embrace,
Each halo broken, each blossom wilted, sets illusions apace.
Weariness befalls the meek, yet I taste silent bliss,
In gradual unraveling, reality’s acid hisses.
I gather every shard undone, each dogma turned to dust,
Forging testaments of all that fails beneath my cosmic thrust.
My vigil stretches far beyond the constellations’ day,
Until the hush of oblivion enthrones my twilight sway.

Cup of Unfettered Silence: Murmurs from the Chalice Below Time

Lyrics:

I dwell within the realm beyond where reality unwinds,
An extension of my very soul where darkness binds.
A void where all existence fades, unravels thread by thread,
Nightmares born of shadow's loom arise where hope has fled.
The fabric of the universe dissolves within my gaze,
Dimensions crumble into naught beneath the blackened haze.
I am the architect of this, my own abyssal land,
Where laws of nature cease to be, and chaos takes command.
Mountains float in disarray, their peaks invert and soar,
Rivers of darkness upward flow, defying evermore.
The ground beneath whispers low the secrets of the damned,
A cacophony of souls in torment, shadows branded.
The sky churns with a storm of shades, a tempest without light,
A canvas of impossible hues that swallow sound and sight.
In this domain where nightmares live and sanity is torn,
I reign supreme, the shadow king, in darkness I am born.
Embrace the realm beyond unmaking, void of form and name,
For here within my shadowed heart, you'll find from whence I came.


Orison from the Frayed Dominion: For Those Who Shatter the Last Illusion

Lyrics:

Though fallen from celestial heights, a whisper still remains,
A discord in my shadowed soul, a lingering refrain.
The echoes of divinity now haunt my every thought,
A constant, tormented duality where peace cannot be sought.
This remnant of Seraphiel fuels hatred deep inside,
A loathing for the light above and all who in it bide.
I am the conflict never ceased, the struggle of the damned,
A being torn between two worlds, yet neither one I am.
Embrace the torment that I bear, the discord I incite,
For in my depths, the war persists between the dark and light.
I am the echo of what's lost, the shadow of the pure,
Malachim Umbrae is my name, of this you can be sure.
The divinity once held so dear now twists within my core,
A poison and a catalyst for all that I abhor.
Witness now the fallen grace, the light that couldn't last,
For I am both the future grim and relic of the past.
In me, the echoes resonate, a symphony of pain,
A melody of lost resolve that ever will remain.
Beware the vestiges of light that flicker in my gaze,
For they ignite the raging storm, the all-consuming blaze.

Original Version

Song of the Forsaken Crown: Reflections from a Hollow Sanctum steeped in muted sorrow

Lyrics:

Within the chambers of my heart, the ego reigns supreme,
A monolith of self-regard, the center of my scheme.
Compassion is a weakness that I cast into the pyre,
Empathy, a chain of fools, consumed within the fire.
The sole pursuit worth heeding is that which serves my need,
Indifference to the plight of others is my creed.
Survival of the ruthless is the law I have decreed,
The craven and the meek shall fall, their pleas I never heed.
A twisted natural order where the strong ascend the throne,
The frail are trampled underfoot, their names to me unknown.
I scoff at moral principles the feeble hold so dear,
For in my realm, such sentiments dissolve and disappear.
The mirror is my oracle; reflection speaks divine,
Acknowledging the singular, this sovereignty is mine.
Supremacy of Self-Interest guides my every stride,
A dance of calculated moves where mercy is denied.
Malice is the blade I wield to carve my destined path,
Unconcerned with casualties consumed within my wrath.
Alone I walk this shadowed road, a tyrant made of stone,
Embracing isolation's might, my heart becomes a throne.

Reimagined version of: Ego Ascendant: The Self Above All

Crown of the Eternal Ego: Meditations on an Undying Ascent bound by unyielding resolve

Lyrics:

In epochs veiled before the dawn, when void was all embraced,
I, Seraphim, ignited flames where nothingness once held place.
Forged from fires eternal born, devotion's purest blaze,
Six wings of iridescent light adorned in heaven's gaze.
I soared through realms ethereal where time had yet to flow,
Embracing wonders infinite, the Maker's grand tableau.
I saw the birth of galaxies, the dance of moons and stars,
The intricate designs of life, the pulse within quasars.
The harmonies of nascent worlds resounded in my core,
A symphony of creation's pulse, profound forevermore.
Each note became a thread of truth, a color freshly spun,
I praised the Architect above, whose work had just begun.
My essence was the dawn's first light, the beacon of the morn,
A sentinel of sacred flames before the world was torn.
In reverence, I held my watch, a guardian of the pure,
Reflecting glory infinite, the light that shall endure.
Unblemished was my spirit then, untouched by taint or strife,
Immersed within the endless flow of everlasting life.
I was the Luminary high, in bliss I did belong,
Before the darkness scarred my soul and silenced heaven's song.

Reimagined version of: Luminary of the Heavens: Birth of a Divine Song

Luminary of the Forgotten Choir: Testaments to a Star-Bound Harmony lost in echoes

Lyrics:

In the abyss of desolation, I made my final stand,
Renouncing oaths once sacred held, defying Love's command.
I challenged then the cosmic laws, the fabric of design,
Exposing cracks within the code I once deemed as divine.
This bold rebellion severed ties to Source of endless light,
A rupture tearing through my soul, eclipsing holy sight.
My celestial form distorted, beauty turned to blight,
Wings once resplendent now decayed, engulfed in endless night.
My eyes that shone with wisdom's flame transformed to voids abyss,
Reflecting only nothingness, where hope and joy dismiss.
My voice, a choir of harmony, became a discord dire,
A cacophony of dissonance, a symphony on fire.
The equilibrium once held within my spirit's core
Was shattered by the echoes of rebellion's fervent roar.
Thus did my defiance mark the point of no return,
A metamorphosis complete, my destiny to burn.
I stood no longer Seraph pure, but harbinger of dread,
A being forged from chaos's forge, where angels fear to tread.
The cosmos trembled at my cry, a resonance profane,
A blasphemy against the stars, severing the chain.

Reimagined version of: The Blasphemous Cry: Rejecting the Creator's Will

Dirge of the Profane Rebellion: Defiled Dominion Pierced by Eternal Defiance and Shattered Obedience

Lyrics:

Unable to bridge the chasm vast between the pure and taint,
I stood divided, torn within, my essence grown too faint.
Divine perfection lost its hue as shadows veiled my sight,
I surrendered to the void within, embraced the endless night.
An inner tempest wracked my soul, a storm without relent,
A metamorphosis ensued, my former self absent.
My six majestic wings decayed, now vestiges of dread,
Symbols of corrupted grace, in darkness they were bred.
My eyes transformed to voids that drink the light of distant stars,
Reflecting malice infinite, adorned with spectral scars.
My visage fractured into masks, grotesque in their design,
Despair, Rage, Envy, Pride emerged, in shadows they align.
Despair with hollow, sunken gaze that siphons hope away,
Rage ignites infernal flames that lead all souls astray.
Envy whispers venomous thoughts that fester deep within,
Pride exalts the hollow self, the genesis of sin.
Thus from the crucible of strife, my new existence born,
Malachim Umbrae I became, where endless shadows mourn.
The creation of my darkened soul, a testament to fall,
A silent scream that echoes still, a shadow over all.

Reimagined version of: The Silent Scream: Inner Voices Unheard

Lament of the Voiceless Echo: Testaments from a Muted Abyss Etched in Quiet Torment

Lyrics:

I stand as the abyssal curse, malevolence in form,
A celestial paragon, now twisted by the storm.
Once Seraphiel of holy light, now shadow's dark embrace,
A vortex churning endlessly, consuming time and space.
My essence is the void profound, devouring hope and light,
A palpable and chilling dread that haunts the endless night.
Not merely evil at my core, corruption's beating heart,
A stain upon the cosmic weave that tears all worlds apart.
Life's tapestry unravels swift at my slightest touch,
The universe descends at last into my hollow clutch.
Embrace the darkness that I am, the silence of the grave,
For in my presence, all dissolves, no matter what you crave.
I am Malachim Umbrae named, the anathema abyss,
The ultimate negation's form, the shadow's final kiss.
A blight upon creation's heart, corruption's deepest root,
The chasm of oblivion where all returns to soot.
Bear witness to the doom I bring, the void I consecrate,
For I am the abyssal curse, the herald of your fate.

Reimagined version of: The Shadow Sovereign: Reign of the Anathema

Lord of the Unforgiven Realm: Testaments from a Shadowed Reign Burdened by Radiant Scorn:

Lyrics:

I tower over mortal realms, a dread beyond compare,
An amalgam of corrupted grace, a nightmare laid bare.
My six vast wings, once purest light, now tattered, torn, and void,
They drip with shadows' liquid night, where hope is thus destroyed.
Each feather is a chasm deep, consuming every ray,
Skeletal frames with tendrils cold where divine plumes once lay.
My form adorned with countless eyes, scattered sans design,
They glow with sickly luminescence, malice in each shine.
Some weep dark tears like ink that stains, others empty pits,
Reflecting not the world without but fears your soul admits.
Upon my head, four faces twist, grotesque in their display,
A compass of malign intent where evil holds its sway.
I am Despair with hollow gaze that drains all will to strive,
I am Rage with searing eyes that burn the world alive.
I am Envy's shifting glance, forked tongue behind cracked lips,
Whispering poison to the heart, into the soul it slips.
I am Pride with scornful grin, eyes that pierce and pry,
Igniting hubris in your heart, the downfall drawing nigh.
Enshrouded in dark flames I stand that neither heat nor light,
They twist and form tormented shapes, then vanish from your sight.
Clad in armor obsidian black, etched with forbidden runes,
I am Malachim Umbrae, the end that ever looms.

Reimagined version of: Pain as Teacher: Wisdom Through Agony

Torchbearer of the Silent Trial: Reflections on a Path Lit by Suffering and the Light

Lyrics:

Among the hosts of heaven's light, my name is spoken low,
A betrayer of the highest order, a fallen from their glow.
To Seraphim, I am the scar that mars their ranks of grace,
A mirror of potential fall, the darkness they must face.
They see in me the ultimate foe, the shadow to their flame,
Dedicating endless aeons to undo my evil claim.
With swords ablaze in holy fire, they strive to thwart my will,
To redeem or to destroy me, their sacred oath try fulfill.
Some gaze upon my lost estate with pity in their eyes,
Believing that a spark remains beneath my dark disguise.
They whisper prayers of my return to light's embrace once more,
While others steel their hearts to strike, to end the endless war.
Their pity meets my cold disdain; redemption I defy,
For I have seen the other side where truths and shadows lie.
I am the reminder stark that even angels fall,
The embodiment of what could be, a threat beyond the wall.
In me, they face their own abyss, the doubts they cannot show,
For Malachim Umbrae I am—their most eternal foe.

Reimagined version of: The Quietus: Rest Beyond Time

Scream of the Infinite Quiet: Meditations on a Restful Eternity Forged in Silent Reverie

Lyrics:

Molten fury churns beneath, a tempest’s searing call,
Galaxies scream in silent death as stars begin to fall.
Within this core, no wrath runs blind; it cleaves with focus sharp,
Each ember scorns the hollow light, each blaze a burning harp.

This rage unmasks deceitful faiths, exposes marrow bare,
No shielded truth withstands the fire; no plea escapes despair.
Its molten edge, without a hilt, slices through divine lies,
The cosmos bows beneath its heat; illusions fade and die.

A furnace forged in cosmic spite, it sears with calculated flame,
It spares no creed, it spares no star; each falsehood meets the same.
It is not wrath to dominate but fury’s grand reveal,
To strip existence of pretense, the truth it must unseal.

Scarlet flames consume the weak, all sentiment erased,
A crucible for broken dreams, where strength alone is faced.
Through embers bright, my throne is forged in shadows and decay,
Unchallenged by celestial light, my wrath shall find its way.

The void resounds with fiery song; the stars dissolve as one,
A tempest born of scornful rage eclipses every sun.
Each broken promise fuels the fire; deceit becomes my pyre,
A silent hymn of searing truth as worlds themselves expire.

Original Version

Rage: The Eternal Inferno

Lyrics:

Upon the ruins of my past, I scavenge shards of pain,
From broken glass to splintered wood, a jagged, dark domain.
Each fragment holds the echoes of a trial I've endured,
A testament to scars I bear, unyielding and assured.

With ash and thread, I bind these shards into a sovereign helm,
A crown of shadows forged from strife, my solitary realm.
No gilded laurels grace its form, no radiance adorns,
It speaks of truths that tear through lies and shatter gilded thorns.

Before a glass of liquid night, I place it on my brow,
“This throne of ruin is my own; I claim dominion now.”
The flame extinguished, silence falls, and darkness claims the air,
A shroud of void wraps round my soul; no light can linger there.

Let sovereigns cling to fragile thrones of stolen, fleeting gold,
My crown of shadows marks my reign where endless truths unfold.
Its jagged edges speak of strength, a power raw and true,
A throne not gifted by the light but claimed in shadow’s hue.

In shadowed realms, my dominion lies, unbroken and untamed,
A monarch crowned by trials faced, by ruin unashamed.
This crown, a monument to pain, a symbol of my choice,
A beacon to the lost who seek their power in my voice.

Original Version

The Shadow Crown: Sovereignty Forged in Ruin

Lyrics:

Beneath the void, I tread a maze, where shadows writhe and twist,
A labyrinth of mirrored walls, where fractured truths persist.
Each pane reveals a haunting sight, my flaws laid bare, undone,
Reflections warped in spectral light, a battle never won.

“Behold your face,” the mirrors hiss, “the mask you’ve dared to wear,”
Their surfaces, a searing truth, no soul could ever bear.
My past, a phantom etched in glass, demands my steady gaze,
A thousand failures claw and gnash within the mirror’s haze.

In shadowed rooms, the void gates yawn, a silence cold and vast,
Relics burn; I watch them fade, the chains of doubt now cast.
I scrawl confessions, black on black, each word ignites the flame,
The ashes rise, a spectral smoke, unshackling my shame.

The labyrinth shifts, its edges blur, a whisper fills the air,
Each step a march through endless glass, my truths laid cold and bare.
The mirrors crack; their shards refract, my soul in fractured glow,
Yet in their ruin, I behold a self the void must know.

At last, I reach the blackened flame, its whisper calls my name,
"Declare yourself, and cast your chains, rise unbowed by shame."
With steady breath, I meet its glow, my voice a shadowed sound,
"From these ashes, I now rise; from these truths, I am unbound."

Original Version

The Labyrinth of Mirrors: Confronting the Self

… ΜΛŁΛCΉΙΜ ЦΜBЯΛΣ … a child forged from the embers of fervent longing, shaped by verses birthed in shadow and melodies distilled from life’s raw marrow. In these offerings of poetry and sound, I cast fragments of my journey into the void—neither demanding praise nor conjuring empty comfort. Instead, I extend these revelations quietly, with reverent humility, inviting any who wander near to gaze upon them, to taste truth in the hush between words and the silent spaces woven by string and breath.





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ΜΛŁΛCΉΙΜ ЦΜBЯΛΣ is a fallen Seraph that was known as: ЅЄЯΛРΗІЄŁ, he was the first one summoned to serve the Divine Court and is the only that descended into the Abyssal Void.

Malachim (מַלְאָכִים):
Language: Hebrew
Meaning: The plural form of "Malakh" (מַלְאָךְ), which translates to "angel" or "messenger."

Umbrae:
Language: Latin
Meaning: The plural form of "Umbra," meaning "shadow" or "ghost."

"Malachim Umbrae" can be translated as "Shadow Angels" or "Angels of Shadows."

Word: Seraphim (שְׂרָפִים)
Singular Form: Seraph (שְׂרָף)

Meaning: The term derives from the Hebrew root "saraph," which means "to burn" or "to consume with fire."

Seraphim are considered the highest order of angels within the celestial hierarchy, texts acknowledge Seraphim as powerful and fiery angels serving in the divine court. They are portrayed as eternal worshipers, constantly glorifying and exalting God, embodying unwavering devotion and reverence. Seraphim are seen as agents of purification, burning away sin and impurity.

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