As Above, So Below by Memoirs of Protagonist.
The single is released in July 5th 2019 by Inverse Records.
Line-up:
Niko Aromaa - Vocals, lyrics
Joakim Lindholm - Guitars, bass, studio programming and composing.
LISTEN:
Spotify:
https://spoti.fi/2JuKiKe
Deezer:
https://www.deezer.com/us/album/100861812
Tidal:
https://listen.tidal.com/album/111602541
Apple Music:
https://apple.co/2RTINsC
Links:
https://www.facebook.com/Memoirs-of-Protagonist-380577362531032
https://spoti.fi/2Xsg1W3
LYRICS:
Horizon is dark, demons gathering to ark.
We are sailing to the shore, cursing battle to its core.
Cursed words upon the lands.
Dried blood amongst our hands.
Planting the seed, damnation and creed.
Bring lust crawing whore, for the beast to adore.
Silence will endure our sins.
Death will make sure that it wins.
Riddens my old friend, as flames will ascend.
Burning marks in ur spine, remove all the divine.
Unholy alliance, hate grows to defiance.
Rapid rage sets the tone, screams fill sodom throne.
Make them bleed even faster, echo pain in the rafter.
Fill the space with a void, happiness to avoid.
Make them carry their salvage in vain.
Edge them closer to glory of kain.
It has invisible horns, but his presence give chill and thorns.
It grows under ur flesh, rips the organs like mess.
It has pitch black eyes, and stares into the skies.
Will darken the soul of life and slice ur skin like a knife.
Now you burn in the same exact fire u ignited urself.
You cursed all others, now its burning your own flesh.
You repeated the same mistakes, then your mother before you.
But what difference does it make? When your allways so affraid.
My enemy, is inside me.
The enemy, the enemy.
I never seen it coming, but coldness reaps the door.
And the silence will hold my hand, till the end.
mind will ask forgiveness, but the temple will close the door.
And the silence will hold my hand, in the end.
Focus only in burden of time, only one can be worthy as prime.
Precognition will turn into lie, still ignorance never asks why.
If happiness suddenly brake. Difference? Does it make?
God, the giver, the light. Satan, the freedom, the might
Prophecy leads their nuisance of cult, this cavalcade raising flags of insult.
War of mine turning bigoted as blame, walk this long path to last open grave.
Whispers are singing the songs of betrayal, purpose goes only as long as denial.
Victory is sweet but sweeter is death, and when u talk with death is goes like...
Stand by your grave,
and stare the timeline,
so paltry in all the vastness.
Life is a hustle,
for reaching prosperity,
so frailty before it collapses.
And all the memories,
ending the story.
So guilty,
forgiveness was toneless.
Now all that's left,
Is a spot,
for the flowers.
