The Dust That Dreams - An Ahriman song
Автор: Fan Music by KS
Загружено: 2026-02-01
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Verse I
On crystal spires beneath a burning sun,
Scholars and warriors, their fates entwined as one.
Red-armored sons with minds like blazing stars,
We read the warp’s secrets, unscarred by its scars.
Magnus stood radiant, a cyclopean king,
And I—his student—heard destiny sing.
Knowledge was salvation, or so I believed,
The future a riddle begging to be seized.
Pre-Chorus
We were not liars, we were not weak,
We sought the truths that others feared to speak.
Chorus
Oh hear me now, O cruel design,
I broke the chains of fate and time.
I tried to save my brothers’ souls,
And paid the price that knowledge tolls.
We are the Dust That Dreams in trust—
Remember me as more than dust.
Verse II
The galaxy burned with a traitor’s cry,
Brother turned blade, and the stars watched us die.
Prospero screamed as the Wolves came down,
Ash and ruin where wisdom once crowned.
I fought with spells and shattered dreams,
Against the Emperor’s wrath, against impossible schemes.
Magnus fell, the Crimson King torn apart,
And damnation answered a loyal heart.
Pre-Chorus
We fled through fire, through warp and sin,
Our bodies changed—the rot set in.
Chorus
Oh hear me now, O cruel design,
I broke the chains of fate and time.
I tried to save my brothers’ souls,
And paid the price that knowledge tolls.
We are the Dust That Dreams in trust—
Remember me as more than dust.
Verse III
Their flesh betrayed them, mutation’s curse,
A slow, screaming death—could there be worse?
I would not watch my legion fade,
So I carved salvation from spell and blade.
The Rubric was spoken, the warp held its breath,
And silence answered louder than death.
Armor stood empty, souls locked inside,
While I alone still screamed—and survived.
Bridge
Magnus turned from me, Tzeentch laughed aloud,
I saved them… but lost them… beneath fate’s shroud.
Now every step I walk alone,
A legion of ghosts in ceramite bone.
Verse IV
Ten thousand years in exile and flame,
I hunt the past, I curse my name.
Across dead worlds and blackened skies,
I gather lore no god denies.
Daemon, Inquisitor, loyalist, foe,
All fall the same when the sorcery flows.
I do not kneel, I do not pray,
I will unmake what I broke one day.
Final Chorus
Oh hear me now, O cruel design,
I will defy both god and time.
Though dust and silence mark my way,
I still remember who we were that day.
We are the Dust That Dreams—unjust,
I will save them… from the dust.
Outro
In empty armor, dreams still lie,
And in one sorcerer’s wrathful cry,
The Thousand Sons yet march unseen,
Bound by hope—and tragedy.
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