Arkaik Wayward Opulence
The kingdom of pain
Where flesh woven and licked clean
A dancing masquerade lamenting playthings for their queen
Truth inverted
Fractured and obscene
Seduced into a trance
Lust and greed
Malevolex reborn
For ages she reigned
They worshipped her to the tone of inverted choirs
A matriarch reveling
Drowning in haunted mires
Unbalance reign in a queendom of severed skin
A dark mеtropolis grasping for a taste of flesh
Violent vanity lеft pregnant and ravenous
With an infected mind
In wayward opulence
Drought of divine exaltation
In a place with where the rivers of care were replaced
By a rip current of unholy wicked lies
A realm where truth is lost
The Light reveals where harmony lies
Wounded healer, your time is now
Unbalance reign in a queendom of severed skin
A dark metropolis grasping for a taste of flesh
Violent vanity left pregnant and ravenous
With an infected mind
In wayward opulence
The rising tides of mental sovereignty
Causing the prison walls to crumble
Onward wielding the Blade
A tale perennial
The lunacy arraigned
In brilliant light and righteous flame
Dead inverted stairs
Cracked and broken smiles
Pulling you into caves of hollowed mortals
Thrashing in delusions
Led astray by the one they call Malevolex
She who knew no wrath
She splinters every path she crosses
Her disease it feeds on her tenacious needs
Her other half was Amoria
Lower levels must be harmonious
Before you can ascend this place
Flow up
The way to ascend this inner world
Lies in the space of the heart
Darkness descends on the who often
Toil in Malevolex's shadow sanctum
Drowning out the light and breath to the inner sun
Pulling on the strings of ego and solipsism
Free yourself
Free yourself
Free yourself
Free yourself
