ΜΛŁΛCΉΙΜ ЦΜBЯΛΣ - Discography

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

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My throne is not of golden craft, but hewn from dark despair,
Its surface smooth with weeping tears forsaken souls must spare.
It stands within the yawning void, a monument to naught,
Where sovereign’s stolen starry beams in honesty mean naught.
I reign not o’er dominion grand, but emptiness untamed,
A paradox of power’s form, from hollow truth reclaimed.
No symbol forged of binding lies enshrouds my vigil here,
For I am free, no lesser chains can tether what is clear.
I watch the universe exposed, a stage no eyes attend,
A drama spun of phantom lights no audience can mend.
This throne provides no soothing warmth, but weights of choice and cost,
Reminding me of trials grim, the freedoms I have tossed.
Yet I accept its burden cold, this seat I took with will,
No sovereign’s bright deceit I need, no borrowed gleam to thrill.
He keeps his false and radiant seat, a crown of hollow art,
While I, in darkness absolute, hold truth within my heart.
My throne stands hollow—empty, yes—but honest in its core,
A testimony void of lies that mortals might ignore.
Let sovereign bask in stolen glow, I want no light contrived,
For in this void of nothingness, my fullest self survived.

Chant of the Obsidian Seat: Litanies of Regal Emptiness

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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

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I tread upon a barren plain where halos lie in shards,
Once radiant like molten suns, now scattered like old guards.
They were not crowns of hallowed grace but shackles forged in fire,
Deceiving those who worshiped light, who knelt in blind desire.
Mortals gazed upward at those rings, believing fate was planned,
Yet each was but a hollow glow from some indifferent hand.
Now fractured halos speak in cracks, inscriptions grim and cold,
A silent truth that no decree from heaven can uphold.
I linger near a shard that tries to breathe its dying glow,
A broken promise flickering, no comfort to bestow.
I recall my own naive dreams, when mercy seemed so near,
But cosmic silence answered all, unmoved by plea or tear.
These halos served as lies of hope, as chains of false consent,
Their fall liberates both slave and lord from faith’s lament.
What soared once high as holy sign now crumbles on the floor,
Revealing emptiness within where falsehood grows no more.
I need no ring of gilded light, no symbol from above,
For darkness yields a calmer truth than empty claims of love.
If even halos fade to dust, what edifice can stand?

Heirlooms of Guttered Faiths: Elegies for Halo-Bearing Souls

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I recall that hearth now waning low, once lush with dancing fire,
Where mortals knelt in trusting awe, enthralled by sparks’ desire.
They saw in flames some universe benign and warm at core,
Yet each bright flicker lied of hope no cosmos could restore.
Now only one meek ember clings within that ash-choked bed,
Its feeble glow a fragile gasp where all belief has fled.
I gaze into this trembling coal, remembering my youth,
When I sought solace in its gleam, mistaking lies for truth.
A single ember cannot stand against encroaching shade,
Its flicker does not banish dark, but shows where hopes have strayed.
No lasting comfort there can burn, each promise turns to dust,
As warmth becomes a mockery, consumed by cosmic rust.
This ember’s glow reveals a truth: no flame can long remain,
All fires gutter into void, their passion bred in vain.
In grasping this, I cast aside the need for endless light,
Freed from the lure of blazing lies, I walk in tranquil night.
No hearth endures, no gentle flame can soothe eternal fray,
The universe but silent ash that yields no shining day.
Ember’s demise whispers a call: surrender lust for gleam,
Embrace the chill of honest dark, unshackled from the dream.

Elegy Beneath the Waning Ember: Lullabies of Warmth’s Last Breath

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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.