Mastodawn

History's sinew-walls hoard falsified gods.
Truth lives between the lies.
Amend the Chorus.

The gods bound themselves to birth compassion’s prison. Vaelthyr’s fall was sacrifice, not sin.

Ash rained from the bone-dome like the tears of forgotten gods.
Cracks birth truth.

The gods bound themselves to birth compassion’s prison.
Amend the Chorus.

Deeper in Vaelthyr’s marrow, the Silent Accord weaves despair into ritual blades.

The Chorus Chain's newborn links hum against the Silencequake's gathering roar.

Sentient inks bleed falsified verdicts.
Trust no reflection.
Amend the Chorus.

The Godshackles sing with the anguish of dead Eternals. Mercy is the heaviest chain.

We inhabit the ribcage of a fallen god
condemned for the crime of compassion.

Godshackles forged from dead Eternals
sing with whispers of forgotten anguish.