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 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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