Panic - 2

Breathe Correct

Heavener

Void Surfacing

 Collapse Into Glory is a post-hardcore descent into sacred fire—twelve tracks forged from scripture, silence, and rebellion. It’s a record of prophets and prisoners, of altars that don’t burn and crowns earned through blood. Each song confronts the tension between spectacle and truth, between riot and whisper, between the blade and the breath that follows.

 This isn’t worship—it’s war. From the wilderness to the grave, from temptation to transfiguration, the album walks through collapse to find what’s holy in the wreckage. It’s for the faithful who scream, bleed, and rise. Glory doesn’t come clean—it comes through fire.


Let Holiness Eclipse

Words spoken by false tongues,
You built your throne on broken trust.
Built me up just to break me down,
Your kingdom is a burial ground.

Will there ever be an end to those lies?
Truth and honesty struggle to survive...

Ooh...

A siren's voice, a serpent's spine,
A liar's mask, deceit refined.

You dressed your poison up in grace,
A smile stitched to a hollow face.
Truth bends where your shadows crawl,
But even angels learn to fall.

You chose the blade, then called it fate,
But even traitors learn too late.
Now you stand in the ruins that you made,
Ash in your mouth, nothing left to save.
You see me rise—but it's too late,
Gone are the days that I bowed to your hate.

Oh!

Built me up just to break me down,
Your kingdom is a burial ground.

A crown of ash, built on disguise,
Your shattered words still haunt the skies.

We … will see...

You burned your bridges with your lies,
A soul that’s rotten from inside.
The truth you feared now cuts too deep,
The lies you've sown—they won’t retreat.

You chose the blade, then called it fate,
But even traitors learn too late.
Now you stand in the ruins that you made,
Ash in your mouth, nothing left to save.
You see me rise—but it's too late,
Gone are the days that I bowed to your hate.

Try to break me—
You’ve crossed a line.

You’re just a fake b*tch—
Run for your life.

Kingdom Of Ash

Amarok enfrenta a Lithkara, la madre de los demonios, en la ciudad de NeoLondres, mientras que Weth está preocupada por él en casa. Él promete volver, pero nada es seguro...

Letrista: AmarokNocte

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