Bodiak´s Heresy - Part 3 - 08 - Beneath an Infernal Sky (Gothic/Dark Fantasy/Grimdark Music)

Описание: No sun rose clean above this land.
Only smoke, broken prayers, and a sky that watched without mercy.

Beneath an Infernal Sky is the chapter where the horizon turns hostile—where every step forward feels like trespassing on something ancient, hungry, and awake.

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Lyrics

Cinders in the mouth, and sulfur in the lung,
We rose from broken stone like men half-undone.
No hymn remained, no saint, no kindly air;
Only a roofless church and a burning heaven there.

The demon-hunter's runes awoke in red,
Like coals laid bare where cloth and fire had fed.
The walls of Vaniel lay split and cast aside,
His holy face torn out from every shrine.
Then through the nave a horned colossus came,
With naked hands and murder in its frame.
We felled the brute with frost and steel and pain,
Yet hollow rang the silence after slain.

Above us rolled a wounded sky of flame,
And through the shattered arch a dark queen came.
Half grave, half crown, more dread than death can name,
She looked upon the knight and marked him in her name.

We had fallen where the black winds reign,
Where chains bear flesh and altars drink the slain.
"Bear forth the book. Seek out the red," she said,
And so through hell we walked where living men should dread.
Past hooks and iron, past the hanging dead,
Past streets where fiends made feast of blood and bone.
We found a road, but paid in grief and fire;
One gate would open, and one soul be left behind.

In Asmodeus' profaned and torchlit hall,
The red one grinned above a throne of skulls.
Three spear-bound wardens held the blasphemous floor,
And one stood bare of steel, yet built for war.
The dwarf struck first; the unarmed warder broke,
Bone burst like kindling underneath the stroke.
Then up the traitor rose on sorcerous breath,
To cast down fire and flying stone and death.

But veiled from sight, the hunter crossed the floor,
And loosed the hammer where no eye could see.
One stolen breath, one shattering descent -
His spine was dust, his pride and sorcery spent.

At last the gate of cursed Gran Durbal stood,
Unguarded still beneath the smoke and blood.
There fought a woman in forgotten steel,
With twin old blades and wrath no shield could stay.
"I am the Iron Lady," then she cried,
And split the dark to open worlds aside.
We saw our tower beyond the riven seam,
The living shore, the ferry's distant gleam.

The knight passed through. The dwarf passed through the light.
The swordmaster turned to bring the hunter nigh.
She placed the book within his outstretched hand;
Then all her runes blazed bright beyond command.
The breath of hell laid hold of her like storm,
And dragged her backward through that ruined hell.
The portal closed. Her scream outlived the flare.
We crossed alive - and left our sister there.

Now grief walks armed beside us through the night,
And every oath is whetted for the fight.
The book is ours, but not the hand we bore;
Her cry still burns against that closing door.
No dawn will bless us, no soft mercy spare -
Until we break the road that took her there.

No rest. No peace. No easy heaven won.
Only the tower, the book, and what must be done.

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