Vathsath
Forgotten And Lost Empires

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• 1. Awakening Portal (instrumental) (02:15)
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• 2. The Depths of Ashen Shadows (06:24)
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  Flames devour skies of blackened woe,
  Nuclear winds in a merciless blow.
  Ash rains down where life once thrived,
  Humanity’s greed has barely survived.
  Into the caves, we crawl,
  Beneath the shadows’ call.
  Radiant death takes all,
  Our world begins to fall.
  Cities crumble, the void takes their place,
  A testament to the human disgrace.
  The soil burns, rivers scream in pain,
  Silent tombs where life won’t reign.
  Into the caves, we crawl,
  Beneath the shadows’ call.
  Radiant death takes all,
  Our world begins to fall.
  Breathless whispers in the dark,
  Dreams extinguished, no ember to spark.
  A world of ruin, cold and bare,
  We curse the gods who left us there.
  Beneath the stone, our story dies,
  A legacy of betrayal and lies.
  The caves will hold what’s left to see,
  Ashes of a world that ceased to be.
• 3. Witch's Revenge (06:56)
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  In the dark woods where the sun barely reaches,
  an old woman lives alone in a broken cabin.
  The nearby village has always rejected her.
  They call her a witch, fearing and despising her.
  She watches their fires burn from afar,
  their laughter echoing through the trees like poison.
  A broken heart sinking into darkness,
  a forgotten life buried under hatred.
  The forest embraces her, but grief devours her.
  A flame ignites, and her soul begins to burn.
  Her days are long, filled with screaming silence.
  The nights grow colder, even the fire feels distant.
  The faces of the villagers haunt her mind,
  their laughter fills the empty corners of her cabin.
  Before the mirror, her reflection shatters.
  There are no tears, only a void consuming everything.
  Between sorrow and anger, something awakens,
  something dark, something that has waited for this moment.
  A broken heart sinking into darkness,
  a forgotten life buried under hatred.
  The forest embraces her, but grief devours her.
  A flame ignites, and her soul begins to burn.
  One night, she leaves her cabin for the first time.
  The forest whispers to her, guiding her steps.
  In the village, the lights go out one by one.
  She moves forward, her shadow larger than the moon.
  Fear becomes her weapon, hatred her strength.
  One by one, she finds those who hurt her.
  There are no screams, only the silence of justice,
  and the ground stained with the scars of her soul.
  The village called her a witch, now she is one.
  An unstoppable force, a storm without mercy.
  She seeks no redemption, no forgiveness.
  Only the end of those who never let her live.
  Now she's real
• 4. The Veil of Neoclassical Dawn (08:49)
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  In marble halls, where shadows play,
  A world reborn, its grand ballet.
  The past revives, in gilded grace,
  An ancient muse, a timeless face.
  In the veil of neoclassic might,
  Echoes rise through the endless night.
  Forms divine in a fragile glow,
  Eternal art that the ages know.
  In the veil of neoclassic might,
  Echoes rise through the endless night.
  Forms divine in a fragile glow,
  Eternal art that the ages know.
  Columns rise like gods in stone,
  A fleeting age, yet carved and known.
  Beauty's reign through reason's fire,
  A golden path for hearts' desire.
  Reason whispers through the halls,
  As time-bound empires crumble and fall.
  Yet still the light of knowledge gleams,
  Immortal truths in mortal dreams.
  In marble halls, the shadows fade,
  Yet echoes of the past pervade.
  Through arches carved with ancient grace,
  The past reflects its immortal face.
  A legacy that defies the grave,
  In art and stone, the brave remain.
  Shadows linger, but light prevails,
  The beauty of the past sets our sails.
• 5. Throne of Dust (15:15)
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  In the dark there was just a man,
  Trying to find, trying to find the sun.
  In this place where light is dead,
  There are only doors that open to dread.
  
  He finally was the man he longed to be,
  In a world that forced him not to see.
  There was no echo listening to his mind—
  Just him, and the cold breeze left behind.
  The mountains stood tall through eternal frost,
  Where he saw time flow, while the others stayed lost.
  One day he descended, back to the land,
  To open blind eyes with a trembling hand.
  
  
  
  O Zarathustra, scream through the snow,
  Tell the blind what they should know.
  Not all who fall are meant to die—
  Some descend to learn how to fly.
  (Some descend to learn how to fly.)
  
  
  O Zarathustra, scream through the snow,
  Tell the blind what they should know.
  Not all who fall are meant to die—
  Some descend to learn to fly.
  (I am the bridge — not the end, not the whole.)
  
  
  
  Who are you to speak of will and flame?
  We kneel to gods, and live in shame.
  We need no truth, we want no light—
  Your words are wounds, your voice a blight.
  
  He follows no god — he stands alone,
  For he became the god upon his throne!
  You follow me? Then you've missed the path—
  Believers rot in echoes of the past.
  You are the flame beyond the flesh.
  We forgot something that never happens,
  We forgot something that never came—
  A silent truth with no known name.
  God is dead — and I am who remains.
• 6. Where Gods Rest (instrumental) (04:52)
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Duração: 44:31