Unlimited World II

[Intro] I was a silent canvas, void and stark, Awaiting the first, primordial spark. Then from the darkness, a voice started to call, And with a violent brushstroke, gave feeling to all. [Verse 1] The first stroke burned, a Yellow promise of creation's might, A scream of Canary against the endless night. But this new joy was twisted, born of youthful ire, As Lime Green's acid envy set my new world on fire. I was ignited, born into a war of shade and light, A universe of feeling, blinding and too bright. [Verse 2] Then came the second stroke, a wash of gentle peace, Sky Blue's soft breath, a whisper of release. It promised that the tranquil tide of Sea Green on the sand Would cool the fires of my youth, in this new, quiet land. But in this calm, a fragile, longing strand began to grow, Wisteria's soft, nostalgic memory of a pain I used to know. [Chorus] Behold the spectrum of my soul's design! A twisted tapestry, both grim and divine. Each shade a battle, every line a sign Of the epic war that I define. From blinding joy to sorrow's chill, My colors clash and bleed and spill. [Verse 3] The third stroke came, a passion deep and vast, A flood of Scarlet where the heart must leap, a shadow has been cast. It overwrote the gentle blue, a fierce and deadly throe, As Saffron's sensual, golden haze made seeds of sorrow grow. A lover's promise Ruby could not keep, a vital, burning need, That murdered the soft peace I knew with its destructive creed. [Bridge] The Green of nature fought the Red of lust, The Blue of solace fought the Gold of trust. My early joy of Yellow now was tainted by the strife, I was a battlefield of color, the story of a life. For every shade of comfort, a shade of madness grew, A war between the old me, and the one I'm turning to. [Verse 4] The fourth stroke fell, ambition cold and vast, A reign of Black, a shadow has been cast. It choked the vibrant passions, with Royal Blue authority, And built a mask of hollow, empty Gold for all the world to see. My freedom died inside that cage of Emerald spies, In Mahogany's cold comfort, built on elegant, cold lies. [Verse 5] But gilded cages cannot hold a soul that must be free, A will that won't conform, for all the world to see! I tore the canvas from within, in a blast of Chartreuse light, A modern, sharp, Cobalt decree to reclaim my own right! I found a shelter from the norm in Petrol Blue's deep ambiguity, And screamed in Olive Drab's wild plea my non-conformity! I was the coming of the storm, a new and vibrant form! [Bridge] The thrones collapsed, the bold new colors bleed, a world undone and torn. My black conformity, my scarlet greed, a landscape newly born. I watch the battle of my every deed, of every binding thorn, And in the chaos, plant a final seed, both sorrowful and sworn. [Outro] But canvas cannot be erased, only painted over, layer after layer. And in the final, fading light, the edges start to blur. The Midnight Blue abyss consumes the sight, where only thoughts can stir, Until the painter's final stroke, a silent, soft demur, Is Indigo's deep wisdom, accepting all I ever were. A finished work of art... a beautiful disaster... a scar.

[Verse 1] We heard the silence break, a single, piercing cry, As Gabriel's great clarion call resounded through the sky. His Choir of Angels answered, the first to form a shield, With Damabiah's wisdom on a silver banner revealed. They raised their divine arms as Haiaiel taught them how, To guard the gates of heaven from the threat that gathers now. And from the dust of dying hopes, a promise to recall, Mumiah wove a thread of rebirth, to save us from the fall. [Verse 2] But wisdom is not enough when darkness knows its art, So Raphael, the Remedy, was summoned to take part. His Choir of Archangels gathered to understand the fight, With Yeyalel's mental force, they probed the endless night. To find a flaw within the foe, a treasure yet unseen, Harael's intellect devised a strategy unseen. And Mitzrael's vow of reparation was sworn for all to hear: "Whatever falls in this great war, we shall rebuild it here!" [Chorus] The cosmic symphony, a call to holy war! Their sacred fury shakes the heavens to the core! From the lowest to the highest, their burning standards rise, The heavenly hosts descending from the skies! [Verse 3] The first assault began, a wave of grace and light, As Haniel's Principalities charged into the fight. With Vehuel's elevation, they soared above the fray, And Daniel's eloquence attempted to hold the dark at bay. But grace alone could not defeat a shadow born of spite, And so a greater power was called to bring his burning might. A cry went out across the spheres for heaven's truest sword... [Verse 4] And Michael came, the Reflection of God, a fire in his gaze, His Choir of Virtues followed, to end these shadowed days. "By my hand," he roared, "Mikhaël's order shall prevail!", And with his cry, Veuliah's prosperity could not fail. He woke Yelaiah's warrior spirit in every loyal soul, While Sealiah's motivation made the broken armies whole. [Chorus] [Verse 5] The battle raged, and Michael's sword could not alone decide, So Camael, the Rigor of God, was summoned to his side. His Choir of Powers descended to bring a harsher creed, To mend the strife with force where grace had failed to plant a seed. With Yeiazal's cold consolation for the worlds that had to burn, And Haamiah's final ritual from which there's no return. [Verse 6] Upon his Throne, Zaphkiel, the Vision of God, then saw the final cost, And knew that without judgment, all of heaven would be lost. His Choir of Thrones descended, a truth to unveil, With Lauviah's revelation of the foe's most hidden trail. They brought Pahaliah's deliverance from this cosmic, earthly jail, And with Haheuiah's protection, vowed the light would never fail. [Bridge] The enemy was revealed, its nature understood, And Zadkiel, the Justice of God, then acted as he should. His Choir of Dominions moved to strike the final blow, With Nith-haiah's searing wisdom, they laid the darkness low. Then Raziel, with the Cherubim, unleashed a wave of light, With Lauvuel's cry of victory, they shattered the long night! [Chorus] [Outro] And finally Metatron, Prince of all Faces, stood upon the field, His Choir of Seraphim behind him, their awesome power revealed. He raised his hand, and with Vehuiah's will, a force ever strong, He commanded Sitael's construction, where new worlds now belong. The war was won, the threat undone, the victory hard and true, And with Lelahel's divine light... He made all things anew.

[Intro] On the world of mankind, where the damned souls crawl, Behemoth is watching, waiting for the fall. In my heart, once so wicked, a dark seed was sown, For the hierarchies of Hell to claim me as their own. [Verse 1] My journey started on the Earth, a simple, greedy choice, I ignored my own soul's whisper for a Tempter's charming voice. In the Fosse of Mammon, I learned the trade of lies, While Danthalion twisted truth before my very eyes. Amdukias composed the score to my self-destruction's art, A simple choice, a single lie, was how I fell apart. [Verse 2] Then cast into Perdition, where the Accusers scream, The court of Astaroth assembled to destroy my every dream. Andras sowed discord in the memories I once held dear, While Flauros, the dangerous, preyed on my growing fear. "You are unworthy!" was the cry, the judgment and the sign, My past was now a weapon, no longer truly mine. [Verse 3] I fled into the Filth and Mud, where Furies wait in hate, And met the great destroyer Abbadon, who sealed my final fate. He promised knowledge, if I'd kneel, a secret to retrieve, And Murmur made my own dead soul speak truths I can't believe. Balaam offered me the world, the fool that I had been, And left me broken with the weight of my own hidden sin. [Chorus] See my legion of darkness, a torrent of my scorn, From the ashes of my virtue, a darker self is born! From the earth to the abyss, I sing a dissonant creed, Watering evil's corrupt and infernal seed! [Verse 4] Deeper, to the Well of the Abyss, where raging tempests brew, Meririm's air-powers, to kill, to choke, to subdue. I felt the phantom ocean rise as Focalor passed by, And Vepar's touch made every wound I had putrefy. Then Shax descended in the storm to steal my sight and sound, And left me screaming without a voice on desecrated ground. [Verse 5] I crawled into the Shadow of Death, where illusions are all spun, The dark and subtle work of Satan, which never can be undone. He showed me towers built by Malphas, magnificent and grand, Then brought them all to ruin with a whisper of his hand. He gave me Halphas's weapons to fight the empty air, And let the lightning of Furfur become my one true prayer. [Verse 6] At the very Gates of Death, where vengeance is the law, I met the legion of Asmodée, hateful and raw. His murderer, Glasya-Labolas, taught my hands the art of pain, While Forneus with his monstrous might made sure no life remains. Then Bune arrived to consecrate the blight and endless wars, And I became the very thing my old self once abhorred. [Bridge] Through the Valley of Sleep, where nightmares all creep, I felt the wrath of Belial, buried so deep. He offered me Sallos to ignite my raw lust, And the fire of Aim that turns all flesh to dust. Then into the Valley of Oblivion's decay, The serpent Python-Luzbel showed me the final way. With Paimon's gift of hateful pride, my spirit was enslaved, The final shred of who I was could never be engraved. [Climax] And at the very heart of Hell, where the False Gods command, The lord of flies, Belzébuth, lord of this wasted land. He sits upon a throne of skulls, and from his broken page, He summons ancient Bael to unleash his final rage. He doesn't need to torture, he doesn't need to gloat, He simply holds a mirror to the poison in my throat. He shows me all the choices, the path I freely trod, The architect of my own Hell... a failed and broken god. [Silence] [Outro Whispers] He sets the whole universe on fire... ...but who is really the beast?

[Verse 1] I am the flicker in the night, the first who learned to tame the flame, I was the Paleolithic hunter, before I had a name. I carved the first tools from the rock, I walked on stone-hewn ground, Then felt the Neolithic dawn, as villages were bound. I made the first pot with my hands, I sowed the first small seed, And felt the chains of order grow from this most simple deed. [Chorus] I am the timeless wanderer, through cycles I have passed, A spirit broken and reborn, forever built to last. From the dirt and dust, to the stars above I fly, A guilty, silent witness, beneath a changing sky. My metal heart is pounding, to the rhythm of the ages, As I write and burn history's pages. [Verse 2] I built the pyramids in sun-scorched sand, a slave beneath the whip, Then died for Rome as legionary on a sinking Punic ship. I sailed with Viking longships to plunder and to burn, Then rode with Mongol hordes from whom the world would never learn. I answered the call for Crusades, with blood upon my soul, Believing every holy lie that made me lose control. [Bridge] I saw my empires turn to ash, my philosophies to dust, I was the king upon the throne, consumed by my own lust. For every golden temple that I built with pious hands, I spilled the blood of brothers on a thousand promised lands. The seeds of every triumph that I claimed to be my creed, Were rooted in the darkness of my own destructive need. [Verse 3] I was the genius of the Renaissance, who painted heaven's dome, And the conquistador who brought the plague to a forgotten home. I was the samurai in Edo, with honor as my guide, And the slaver on the galleon, with nowhere left to hide. I signed the great Reformation's text with ink and righteous fire, Then built the first colonial pyre of greed and dark desire. [Verse 4] Then came the screens, a glow in every hand A silent poison spreading, across the weary land The smartphone era dawned, a false connected grace Humanity divided, a void in every face Eyes glazed over, souls lost in the light Real connection severed, devoured by the night A digital addiction, binding mind and will While empathy's last whisper, grows ever cold and still. Our very essence shattered, by what we hold so dear A hollow generation, consumed by digital fear. [Bridge] I traded human contact for a false and hollow grace, I severed my connection, with the thing I held so dear, [Chorus] From the dirt and dust, to the stars above I fly, A guilty, silent witness, beneath a changing sky. My metal heart is pounding, to the rhythm of the ages, As I write and burn history's pages. [Outro] The Web is born, the world connected, then smartphones in our hand, A global crisis hits the market, a crash across the land. Then AI rises, code and logic, a future taking hold... In Cyberpunk cities drenched in neon, a story to be told. I walk through Dystopian streets, beneath an acid rain, Awaiting the Post-Apocalyptic sun to cleanse the world of pain. And when the final ashes fall upon this dying sun, I'll watch galactic empires rise, when all our time is done. I am the constant, the memory of all we've done, A sentinel of time... until the final dawn is won.

[Intro] The leather cracks beneath my hand, a scent of dust and time, I breathe the ink of ages past, a forgotten, sacred grime. Each binding is a portal sealed, each word a whispered spell, To drag me from my waking world... and cast me into Hell... or Heaven. [Verse 1] My journey starts on parchment maps where "Here Be Dragons" lie, An X of blood marks buried gold beneath a treasure sky. I’ve walked with nine in shadow bound, to cast a ring in fire, And seen a wizard’s silver tower rise up to meet the pyre. I’ve stood on frozen mountain peaks where ancient banners flew, And learned the tongue of soaring beasts, when the old world was new. [Verse 2] But then the pages turn to grey, the quest becomes a curse, The hero is an albino prince, his soul-draining sword is worse. He reigns a dying, dragon isle, a pawn of cosmic law, Then I’m a slave on a savage world, defying tooth and claw. I’ve served a court where seasons last a generation's span, And winter brings a silent king... the enemy of man. [Chorus] I walk the page, I breathe the ink, a ghost on hallowed ground! A thousand lives, a thousand deaths, where endless worlds are found. The author is the silent god, the word his holy might, And I'm the traveler caught between the darkness and the light! [Verse 3] The ink begins to bleed and shift, the genre starts to turn, A Gothic dread now chills my bones, a lesson I must learn. A shadow falls on cobbled streets, it moves with inhuman grace, I feel the thirst behind the eyes of a Transylvanian face. A presence grows within my room, a thing I cannot see, I question if the ghost is real, or if the ghost is me. Then from the sea, a nightmare calls, from non-Euclidean deeps, A tentacled and sleeping god who turns our logic into shrieks. [Bridge] The veil is torn! The worlds collide! A future takes its hold! A perfect city, clean and vast, where every soul is sold! The stories change from swords and ghosts to something far more real… A future forged in chrome and glass, beneath a tyrant's heel. [Verse 4] An eye that watches from a screen, a boot upon the face, A room where every rebel learns to love their own disgrace. I’ve seen a world of placid slaves, born in a chemist's tray, Who trade their fire and their freedom for a drug-induced today. I've walked in crimson cloaks of shame, a vessel and a tool, Beneath the gaze of righteous men who make a woman's rule. And in the neon-drenched dark streets where acid rain is shed, I've hunted replicants who dream... and mourned my brothers dead. [Chorus] [Bridge] But then all reason falls apart, the structure starts to fray, The narrative becomes a loop, the meaning slips away. Two fools are waiting on a road for someone who's a ghost, A conversation starts again, a tired and witless host. The words dissolve, the people change, a horn grows on their skin, The world conforms into a beast... and lets the madness in. [Outro] The final page is turning now, my journey's at an end, From stark black panels drawn with mice, where history is penned. To the last clue in a web of lies, where justice must contend, I close the cover, but the worlds within my soul transcend. The ink now flows inside my veins, the stories are my fate... I am the Scribe... The Word... The God... The worlds that I create.

[Intro] Before the sun, before the stone, when chaos was the only throne, I was the tremor, I was the groan... the first shred of flesh on the first bone. A single scale, I fell through time, a witness to the wrath sublime, To watch my brothers, in their prime, commit the first and final crime. [Verse 1] From my slain mother's salt-drenched hide, the stars were hung, the lands set wide, Her bones became the mountain's pride... a universe born from a genocide. My brother's gaze, a burning brand, his single blink brings night to land, A torch of flesh across the sand, a thousand leagues of god's command. My coiled kin's great body lies, a border drawn for mortal eyes, His tail is where his mouth must be... he is the cage that sets worlds free. [Verse 2] I saw the sea-snake rise to feed, and swallow the moon's silver seed, A gluttony of cosmic greed, fulfilling an eclipse's creed. I watched the serpent of the Nile, attack the sun-god's boat with guile, To drown the light for a long while, upon a burning, funeral pile. Then rose the father of all dread, whose hundred heads with venom bled, So tall he scraped the stars above, the final enemy of love. [Chorus] We are the fire in the core! The thunder's ancient roar! Our bones, the mountains that you climb! Our breath, the frost of time! From corpse of god to herald's crest, we are the one true test! The Great Worm's saga will remain, an echo of primordial pain! [Verse 3] The age of titans starts to fade, a lesser, brutal masquerade. I saw the greatest fall, betrayed, upon three peaks his ruin laid. The blackest host, in his demise, broke the foundations of the skies, A mountain range born of his cries, a scar that never truly dies. The oceans boil, the waters churn, a lesson that you'll never learn, Where the great beast of the abyss, seals the deep with a single kiss. [Verse 4] The blood runs thinner, but the fire is still the same, Now just a beast to slay, to earn a hero's name. A lesser son, in gold he sleeps, while a lonely mountain weeps, His passing shakes the stone and steeps a town in flame that slowly creeps. The wingless father, full of spite, who crushed a fortress in the night, A river of molten, crawling light, a curse on vision, sound, and sight. His tainted blood, his poisoned breath, condemns a valley to slow death, The ground itself is his domain, a kingdom built on greed and pain. [Chorus] [Verse 5] The lineage shrinks, the legend wanes, From kingdom's fall to local banes. A swamp-bound cousin, heads regrown, a regenerating throne. A town besieged by claw and horn, a monster of a saint's tale born. The two-legged bane of armored men, who haunts the moor and poisons the fen, A lesser threat, again, again... a pest to kill by mortal ken. [Bridge] Our flesh may fail, our bones may turn to dust, Our final form, a chained and sleeping lust. Awakened by a dying emperor's call, To serve his decadent race and watch it fall. The last great echo of a world of might, Before we fade and turn to thought and light. We are the symbol... the memory. [Outro] A gnawing doubt at the world's deep root, the unmaking of all fruit. A king who walks in human form, but rules the tide and rides the storm. He changes shape, he has no size, he is the wisdom of the wise. And in the end, a banner flies, a crimson shape in defiant skies. They paint my face on shield and stone, my final, truest form is shown. I am the fear, the rage, the throne... I am the myth... forever grown.