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Portentate - The Throne of Dismembered Kings

I enjoyed writing An Oath to Drowning Sarcophagus Divine so much so that I wanted to make a short concept album continuing the story of Seth, Osiris and ultimately Horus. As Horus was born on the equinox, I'm planning on releasing it then. This song tells the same story An Oath to Drowning Sarcophagus Divine tells, only as this album will be told from the third person I wanted it to be told by a narrator rather than by Seth. So it tells the story of Seth killing and dismembering his brother Osiris and foreshadows the rest of the events of the album. Lyrics: In the dust where gods decay, The Nile drinks blood of the dying day. Osiris — crowned in fertile tomb, Your brother comes to seed your doom. He walks in storms and scarlet light, A desert heart, a god of spite. No hymns for peace, no sacred chain, Only chaos crowned in Cain. Golden vessels brim with lies, Serpents whisper through the guise. The feast of kin, the mask of trust, A coffin wrought from holy dust. “Lie down, my brother,” the tempest hums, “Let silence claim what life becomes.” The lord descends — the breath is stilled, And all the lands of seed are killed. Dragged through reeds where silence reigns, His limbs are scattered through the plains. Fourteen shards, the Nile devours, Each one a tomb, each one a flower. Isis mourns — her voice, the wind, That stirs the sand where gods have sinned. Seth laughs — the laughter cracks the sky, He is the void, the reason why. Upon the bones, he builds his throne, Of famine’s heart and tempest’s stone. He binds the light, he blinds the dawn, He names himself the serpent’s spawn. The falcon unborn stirs in grief, The desert king defies belief. Where Osiris bled, the stars are dim, And chaos drinks from heaven’s rim. But dust recalls each fallen name, And grief begets eternal flame. From Isis’ tears, the child will rise, Horus, the wrath of sunlit skies. Seth, in triumph, knows the cost — That power gained is order lost. The Nile remembers every sin, And time will crown the slain again. O Osiris, root of dust, Your brother’s storm consumes his trust. From broken kings, from ash and strings, He forged the throne of dismembered kings.