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Track 10: The Cornflower Twilight
Genre: Symphonic Progressive Rock
Duration: 04:32.0 Lore Source: "The Alchemist's Theories II" (Journal) In-Game Author: Balthazar Wiki Link: Click Here to Read Lore Symphonic Prog Rock on a massive scale. It tackles the lore of the "Cornflower-stained twilight" (the Shroud) swallowing the world. The neoclassical guitar solo shreds like the spreading spores, building to a hopeful, if desperate, anthem. |
~*~ Song Lyrics ~*~
The bluejays drift no longer on the breeze.
A silence falls upon the trembling trees.
From the abyss, a nebula flows!
A tidal wave of sickness grows!
Supply lines cut, the soldiers flee.
I postulate: This is the end of you and me.
They took the Reach! They killed the King!
Gormander falls, and chaos sings!
An army of lunatics, sickly and pale.
Dragging their feet through the bloody vale.
Vorgoth leads the mad parade!
While we hide in the mess we made.
No running. No hiding. The Spire is high.
But there is no escape in this broken sky.
The Shroud swallows all!
We vanish in the dusk!
It eats away the soul, it leaves behind the husk!
Oh, I have never seen a curse of this gravitas.
We drown in a sea...
Of Cornflower-stained twilight.
They cling to the airway. They cling to the skin.
The fungi release them... and let the rot in.
We awoke a slumbering malady!
At the earth’s core!
The Elixir Well... The Mysterious Wanderer... WE OPENED THE DOOR!
But even in the Shroud... a flicker.
A spark. The Ancients finally whisper in the dark.
Build the vessel. Forge the shell.
To guide the Flame into this living hell.
Body and Mind. Flame and Flesh.
A Cinder Vault to banish the night!
We will bring forward...
The New Age of Light!
A silence falls upon the trembling trees.
From the abyss, a nebula flows!
A tidal wave of sickness grows!
Supply lines cut, the soldiers flee.
I postulate: This is the end of you and me.
They took the Reach! They killed the King!
Gormander falls, and chaos sings!
An army of lunatics, sickly and pale.
Dragging their feet through the bloody vale.
Vorgoth leads the mad parade!
While we hide in the mess we made.
No running. No hiding. The Spire is high.
But there is no escape in this broken sky.
The Shroud swallows all!
We vanish in the dusk!
It eats away the soul, it leaves behind the husk!
Oh, I have never seen a curse of this gravitas.
We drown in a sea...
Of Cornflower-stained twilight.
They cling to the airway. They cling to the skin.
The fungi release them... and let the rot in.
We awoke a slumbering malady!
At the earth’s core!
The Elixir Well... The Mysterious Wanderer... WE OPENED THE DOOR!
But even in the Shroud... a flicker.
A spark. The Ancients finally whisper in the dark.
Build the vessel. Forge the shell.
To guide the Flame into this living hell.
Body and Mind. Flame and Flesh.
A Cinder Vault to banish the night!
We will bring forward...
The New Age of Light!