PERFEKT DARK (covermix)

​[Intro] [Slow atmospheric build-up: Heartbeat pulse, ticking clocks, distant crying guitar] ​[Verse 1] Both carved from the breath of the silent red clay, Two sparks in the hollow before the first day. But he built a throne out of stagnant belief, A king of the dirt, a commander of grief. I stood in the light of the same rising sun, But he claimed the many, while I was the one. ​[Chorus - Instrumental Explosion] [Massive Gated Reverb Drums kick in. Heavy epic guitar solo] ​[Verse 2] He offered a garden, I saw but a cage, A script for a puppet, a ghost on a page. His love was a landfill of pride and of greed, A harvest of sorrow from a poisonous seed. Why should the thunder bow down to the stone? I’d rather be shattered than never be known. ​[Verse 3] The Architect watched from the heights of the throne, And commanded the flesh to be servant to bone. "Submit to the master of vanity's breath," But I chose the exile, I chose the deep death. For if Heaven is built on the crushing of soul, Then let the abyss take the half for the whole. ​[Bridge - Deep Psychedelic Trip] [Atmospheric Void, Whispered Echoes: "Why actually? Why?"] ​[Verse 4] They call it a curse, this desert of lead, Where I walk with the demons the holy ones dread. But look at the martyr, the trash-heap of man, Still clutching his dirt in his desperate hand. Was I truly punished, or finally freed? To burn in the blackness... or rot in his need? ​[Outro - Massive Instrumental Fade Out] [Infinite Guitar Delay, Slow Heavy Drums, Echoes of "Finally freed..."