The home we built has fallen.
Our hopes, our dreams, our deeds were all in vain.
Every torch we lit turned into dying light.
Why do we bear this burden
if every road we walk comes to an end
and we know there’s no way back?
What’s left of us but ashes?
What have we become?
Just martyrs.
Every vow we made,
every promise seems so useless now.
Every word we said…
Futile, as cold dead suns.
All the wars we battled…
It’s just so pointless who won every fight
if there’s nothing to fight for now.
So, tell me,
if you could come back,
if fate gave you a new chance,
would you do the same?
Don’t tell me
that you would go back
to a Heaven we torn apart.)
And here we are,
all alone,
surrounded by domes of shattered glass.
With nothing ahead us
and one only burden: hope
Hope, set me free,
Hope, set me free,
Hope, set me free.
What’s left of us but ashes?
What have we become?
Just dust, just martyrs.
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Sun of the Dying - A Throne of Ashes
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Sun of the Dying
A Throne of Ashes
«País»🇪🇸 Spain
«Formato»Full-length
«Gênero»Melodic Doom Death Metal
«Cidade»Madrid
«Disponível para baixar»mp3 | flac | hi-res
«Gêneros adicionais»-
«Data de lançamento»November 21 2025
«Qualidade MP3»320 kbps
«Tamanho»95.5 MB
Lista de faixas
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1. Martyrs (09:08)copy
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2. Black Birds Beneath Your Sky (05:00)copyLike fragments of ice,
like broken glass inside your throat.
Like thorns in your skin.
Such is this rage, the rope that seals our revenge.
We came to burn your throne of lies to ashes.
We are black birds beneath your sky.
We’ll hide your sun, tyrant.
The empire will fall.
With our blood we built your towers of gold.
We came to burn your throne of lies to ashes.
We are black birds beneath your sky.
We’ll hide your sun, tyrant.
We are the ones born from the dust, the fallen.
We are the spark, we are the flame.
The seed of hope.
And now…
We will take it back.
Now we’re faithless, Gods.
Hunger, sweat and rust
sharp our swords, tyrant. -
3. With Wings Aflame (05:09)copyWho am I?
Where’s my place?
I forgot the face
of my reflection.
How am I?
What’s my role?
A stain on the floor,
or just…
Let me rise my horns
to feel and touch the sun.
Let the rain wash away
the pain of my broken shell.
Innocent souls
full of goodness,
forced to turn it
into nothing.
What is the end
when you are a wreck?
Holding the waves
that you set.
Whose the slave
if your own chain
is just held
by your hand?
Falling angels crawling on the earth.
Who will have mercy on them?
Broken, withered and forgotten
in a spiral that never ends.
We are raging
lighting the flame.
Sons of the loss.
Unveiling the maze.
Innocent souls
full of goodness
forced to turn it
into nothing. -
4. The Greatest of Winters (07:02)copyI see the lights
blinking outside,
there's no hope
nowhere to go.
I can not go out
neither stay here.
I feel life slips away
like a warm breath.
I'm not strong enough
to end this bleed,
waiting for death
to be free.
Reflecting the bright
of a gelid night.
Ghosts of ice
breaking my mind.
I can not go out
neither stay here.
I feel life slips away
like a warm breath.
I'm not strong enough
to end this bleed,
waiting for death
to be free.
I will try again,
this time I will achieve it.
Feeling anything as the only
way to hold on,
but there is just cold inside
the dead cannot die twice.
Another excuse, another lie
to avoid accept you are right.
I break what I touch and I can't fix it,
guilty of my disgrace.
I can not go out
neither stay here.
I feel life slips away
like a warm breath.
I'm not strong enough
to end this bleed,
waiting for death
to be free -
5. House of Asterion (07:22)copyShine upon the bronze sword.
Rise up and shine upon the white halls.
Oh, righteous sun.
My doors are open
for those who dare to see
these endless hallways,
as the temples and the seas.
I reign this flood of light.
The sun was made for me.
As God I’ll give my gift to mortals.
I’ll set them free.
Free from every burden.
Nine souls, nine lives
to quench my thirst.
I am a king
and my house is full of wonders.
This is my will.
Their clean blood will stain my walls.
Nine years of silence,
but now I hear a voice.
Is he my savior,
the redeemer was foretold?
I bear my solitude,
it doesn’t hurt my soul.
Cold dust,
reveal the shining sword.
I will be free.
Free from every burden.
Wide open doors
to let fate in.
I am a king
and my house is full of wonders.
This is my will.
Royal blood will stain my walls.
Theseus, come.
I wait for you to take me away,
to help me to leave this throne.
Ariadna, could you believe he did not defend himself?
He was as empty as it is the house of Asterion. -
6. Of Absence (07:43)copyThe empty silence
when staring at the static
from my throne
of pain and nothing.
The sound of a heart
that beats weaker and weaker.
I am alone.
Like a caged bird
I left my dreams away.
The absence of hope
destroys it all.
There is no shine,
there is no love.
Just a promise… I'll soon be gone.
I feel his eyes,
I hate their insistence.
Words are drowned out
increasing the distance.
The sound of a heart
that beats weaker and weaker.
I’m buried alive.
Like a caged bird
I left my dreams away.
The absence of hope
destroys it all.
There is no shine,
there is no love.
Just a promise… I'll soon be gone.
One shade the more, one ray the less
into this gentle night.
Stay with me.
In silence we stay, in secret you grieve
into this gentle night.
I´m here with you.
Duração: 41:24
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Informação adicional
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«A Throne of Ashes»: Uma tapeçaria grandiosa, erguida sobre os escombros de antigas esperanças e o brilho frio do aço.
Diante do ouvinte surge uma panorâmica de impérios caídos, onde sob cúpulas de vidro quebrado amadurece a ira dos oprimidos.
A estética sonora encarna a frágil fronteira entre a falsa grandeza do governante e a melancolia de uma criatura solitária presa em um labirinto, fazendo sentir na pele o frio de sóis que se apagam.
O desespero transforma-se em uma centelha pronta para incinerar tronos de mentira, e uma dor de muitos anos encontra saída no impulso inevitável rumo à liberdade.
A mudança de estados - do torpor gelado à chama ardente da vingança - mantém uma tensão constante, expondo a vulnerabilidade da natureza humana diante da eternidade.
Deixe para trás a realidade habitual e dê um passo decisivo neste reino sombrio de cinzas e estrelas.
Diante do ouvinte surge uma panorâmica de impérios caídos, onde sob cúpulas de vidro quebrado amadurece a ira dos oprimidos.
A estética sonora encarna a frágil fronteira entre a falsa grandeza do governante e a melancolia de uma criatura solitária presa em um labirinto, fazendo sentir na pele o frio de sóis que se apagam.
O desespero transforma-se em uma centelha pronta para incinerar tronos de mentira, e uma dor de muitos anos encontra saída no impulso inevitável rumo à liberdade.
A mudança de estados - do torpor gelado à chama ardente da vingança - mantém uma tensão constante, expondo a vulnerabilidade da natureza humana diante da eternidade.
Deixe para trás a realidade habitual e dê um passo decisivo neste reino sombrio de cinzas e estrelas.
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