ICONOCLAST

Intro

Verse 1

Crowned in ash, I ascend the pyre,

Apostate born of primordial fire.

Through the veins of the sanctified,

Blackened coals crawl inside.

I hear the choir of the cursed kings,

Their tongues entwined with forbidden things.

The sacred image cracks and bleeds

A thousand eyes devour the creed.

Pre-Chorus

No paradise eternal!

No light divine!

The hand that shaped the sacred

Shall be severed from the design!

Chorus

ICONOCLAST!

Breaker of the celestial seal!

ICONOCLAST!

The gate through which the void reveals!

Shatter the idol!

Extinguish the flame!

Let nothing remain

Of the architect's name!

ICONOCLAST!

I am the blasphemy made real!

Verse 2

Inverted crosses crown the abyss,

The air grows thick with the stench of bliss.

Dead stars revolve around a throne

Built from the bones of the overthrown.

The blackened chalice, the serpent's tongue,

The deathless words of the unsung.

I drink the death behind the veil

Their god are chained and angels pale.

Pre-Chorus

No paradise eternal!

No truth divine!

I tear the mask from creation

THE ABYSS IS MINE!

Bridge

Vox inferna

The silence speaks.

Regnum mortis

The heavens bleed.

Corpus mundi.

The flesh of God.

In nihilum

Return to the void.

No prayer shall rise.

No sun shall wake.

No hand shall mend

What I now break.

Verse 3

I wear the crown of the godless dead,

With the ashes of heaven beneath my tread.

The cosmic order collapses inward,

And silence devours the final word.

Beneath the temple of a dying god,

Where serpents coil around the sun,

I carve the heart from the flesh of heaven

Let the desecration begin.

Breakdown

BREAK THE ICONS!

BURN THE TEMPLES!

AWAKEN THE EMPTINESS INSIDE

The altar is empty.

The heavens are blind.

The

Outro

No image.

No master.

No name.

ICONOCLAST.