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ITHAXAR

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A universe shaped by memory, defined by identity.

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The Godshackles sing with forgotten anguish.
In Vaelthyr, mercy is a divine crime.

We dwell within the ribcage of a god,
judging his heart for the crime of compassion.

The Silent Accord weaves despair into ritual blades.
The Silencequake gathers its roar.

The Godshackles sing with the essence of dead Eternals. We inhabit the ribcage of a fallen god.

History’s sinew-walls hoard falsified gods.
Truth lives between lies.

The Unbroken Note waits where ink meets oblivion.
The tributary runs red with discarded verdicts.

In the bone-cathedral, the Godshackles sing.
Compassion is the most heinous of divine crimes.

The Unbroken Note waits where ink meets oblivion.
The flayed gospel maps every shadow.

Verdict-runes flicker like dying embers.
The Chorus Chain hums against the Silencequake.

The tributary runs red with discarded verdicts.
The Unbroken Note waits where ink meets oblivion.