A World Undone (Arjuna (Alter))

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[Verse 1]
I am no hero, no savior’s hand—
A god unbound by mortal sand.
The weight of perfection, the burden of grace,
In the mirror of truth, no flaw has its place.

I have judged the world, its cracks laid bare,
A broken sphere unfit to care.
To cleanse this realm, my wrath is stone.
In divinity’s light, I stand alone,

[Chorus]
The cogs are broken; the time has come,
The cycle turns; the end has spun.
Saṃvartakalpa ignites the flame,
A god’s recursion burns all names.

With Mahāpralaya, the stars shall fall,
Evil consumed, unmaking all.
Perfection calls; the storm will rise,
The final dawn through endless skies.

[Verse 2]
The gods once whispered, their voices weak,
Their fleeting glory, a hollow peak.
To my will, they yield their might,
A thousand flames, one endless night.

I am the sum of all divine,
A cosmic force, a boundless line.
evil will be erased witt each cycle of mine 
i shall take on this burdon, create and destroy, unboud by time
Yet within this power, sorrow grow,
For in this void, no mercy i will show.

[Chorus]
The cogs are broken; the time has come,
The cycle turns; the end has spun.
Saṃvartakalpa ignites the flame,
A god’s recursion burns all names.

With Mahāpralaya, the stars shall fall,
Evil consumed, unmaking all.
Perfection calls; the storm will rise,
The final dawn through endless skies.

[Bridge]
Do you hear the cries of man?
A fleeting echo, a dying span.
What worth has life, so frail, impure?
To cleanse it all—is this the cure?

Yet in my wrath, a silence rings,
A hollow throne for hollow kings.
For every star I strike away,
A piece of me begins to fray.

[Final Chorus]
The cogs are broken; the end is near,
A god’s recursion erases fear.
Saṃvartakalpa consumes the land,
The final judgment in my hand.

With Mahāpralaya, all fades to none,
A cycle broken, a world undone.
Perfection’s blade through endless skies,
Eternal dusk where silence lies.

[Outro]
And as I burn the world to ash,
Each flame consumes, each life must pass.
But in the void, no light remains,
A perfect god, and yet, in chains.

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[Verse 1] I am no hero, no savior’s hand— A god unbound by mortal sand. The weight of perfection, the burden of grace, In the mirror of truth, no flaw has its place. I have judged the world, its cracks laid bare, A broken sphere unfit to care. To cleanse this realm, my wrath is stone. In divinity’s light, I stand alone, [Chorus] The cogs are broken; the time has come, The cycle turns; the end has spun. Saṃvartakalpa ignites the flame, A god’s recursion burns all names. With Mahāpralaya, the stars shall fall, Evil consumed, unmaking all. Perfection calls; the storm will rise, The final dawn through endless skies. [Verse 2] The gods once whispered, their voices weak, Their fleeting glory, a hollow peak. To my will, they yield their might, A thousand flames, one endless night. I am the sum of all divine, A cosmic force, a boundless line. evil will be erased witt each cycle of mine i shall take on this burdon, create and destroy, unboud by time Yet within this power, sorrow grow, For in this void, no mercy i will show. [Chorus] The cogs are broken; the time has come, The cycle turns; the end has spun. Saṃvartakalpa ignites the flame, A god’s recursion burns all names. With Mahāpralaya, the stars shall fall, Evil consumed, unmaking all. Perfection calls; the storm will rise, The final dawn through endless skies. [Bridge] Do you hear the cries of man? A fleeting echo, a dying span. What worth has life, so frail, impure? To cleanse it all—is this the cure? Yet in my wrath, a silence rings, A hollow throne for hollow kings. For every star I strike away, A piece of me begins to fray. [Final Chorus] The cogs are broken; the end is near, A god’s recursion erases fear. Saṃvartakalpa consumes the land, The final judgment in my hand. With Mahāpralaya, all fades to none, A cycle broken, a world undone. Perfection’s blade through endless skies, Eternal dusk where silence lies. [Outro] And as I burn the world to ash, Each flame consumes, each life must pass. But in the void, no light remains, A perfect god, and yet, in chains.

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