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IV ARMOR OF BRASS "It punched through the pride to the meat of my fate." THE LORE The peak of the Rupture. After the erosion of the tower, the corrosion of the crown, and the staining of the first grave in the dirt, the weight of existence reaches its terminal velocity. Armor of Brass documents the impact of the fallen, the moment the God of the Mountain leaks away under the blinding heat of a branding sun. This entry records the final hardening of the spirit, where the ritualistic atmospheres of the past meet the crushing weight of the coming storm. THE WORD "And his spear's staff was like a weaver's beam, and his spear's head weighed six hundred shekels of iron... and he fell upon his face to the earth." — 1 Samuel 17:7, 49 (OSB) THE LYRICS The sun is a branding iron, white on my neck, A mountain of muscle, a walking shipwreck. I’ve traded my skin for the scale and the cold, A story of terror that’s already told. I don’t stoop for the harvest or pray for the bread, I’m the king of the valley, the lord of the dead. You’re whispers in sandals, you’re murmurs in grain, I’m the thunder that’s coming to swallow the rain. My heart is a secret, entombed in the dark, A five-hundred-pound, bronze-plated spark. I’ve looked down so long I’ve forgotten the sky, With ice in my marrow and a void in my eye. The earth isn't mother—she’s a drum for my heel, A carcass of gravel I’ve conquered with steel. I am the limit. I am the wall. I am the Giant of Gath, and I never will fall. Oh, Goliath’s boots: Hear the earth start to crack, A mountain of iron with God on my back. The pride is the armor that no one can pierce, I’m heavy, I’m hollow, I’m ancient and fierce. The bigger the idol, the swifter the fall. (The Impact) A whistle. A puncture. A small, simple stone. It found the one hole that I left all alone. It didn't hit metal, it didn't hit plate, It punched through the pride to the meat of my fate. The rivets are screaming, the vision goes grey, The God of the Mountain is leaking away. I’m folding... I’m falling... the ground is too near, I’m tasting the salt and I’m tasting the fear. This armor’s a casket! It’s dragging me down! The Giant of Gath is now hitting the ground! The height was a lie. The weight was a snare. I’m reaching for heaven... But only the dirt is there. No long, bitter road. No walking alone. Just the smell of the iron... And a forehead of stone. The valley is empty. The giant is still. The copper. The Kill. THE PROJECT ATHELGARD is a conceptual sonic monument documenting the grand anatomy of collapse. This continuous chronicle begins with a deliberate architectural descent through the ritualistic Dark Folk and mired atmospheres of the first archive, laying the foundation for the crushing, epic cinematic metal of future entries. The Archive is open. THE PORTALS https://beacons.ai/athelgard CREDITS Concept, Lyrics & Vision: The Architect Composition & Production: ATHELGARD Visual Identity: The Archive Chronicles © 2026 ATHELGARD.