Bodiak´s Heresy - Part 2 - 07 - Runes on her skin (Gothic / Dark fantasy / Grimdark music) скачать в хорошем качестве

Bodiak´s Heresy - Part 2 - 07 - Runes on her skin (Gothic / Dark fantasy / Grimdark music)

Copyright / Rights © 2026 — All rights reserved. This audiovisual work (music, lyrics, and visuals) is copyrighted by the channel owner. Unauthorized re-upload, redistribution, or use is prohibited. Lyrics A door in stone, a spiral throat, We walked in armed—no prayers, no notes. Down, down—where torches wait like eyes, And every step is debt in disguise. The stair uncoiled to cavern wide, Half mountain-bone, half chisel-pride. Aewen Adûnar a Anor below— Still beautiful… in a buried glow. We touched the braziers, learned their law, A pattern hidden under awe. One spark, then two—then blue-fire spread, And the air turned sharp… like a vow half-said. Blue flames, blue breath—stone waking up, Beauty like a blade held to a cup. Marble sings where water died, And still the dark stands at our side. We came for one, we paid for all, Past the statue’s perfect calm. Behind Ithuriel—a rift in the real, A doorway that should not be sealed. Not a gate—an open scar, Spilling profane, cold, starless tar. A smile in the corner, unseen, implied— Like someone counting how courage dies. We crossed for her—not coin, not fame, Conscience is a crueler flame. Skin turned wrong as the veil went thin— Another world crawled under our skin. A mirror-wall of gold and bone, Shows grief that walks where we feel alone. Souls in drift—no threat, no peace, Only proof that mercy will cease. Down we went again—no window, no sky, And the cavern rotted in a blink of an eye. Bodies hung like bells of meat, Waking to beg… then dying mid-plea. Skulls for torches—burning brain, Air like rot, like iron rain. We ran the path we’d lit before, Now every flame is pain made lore. And where the statue should have been— Our friend was chained… on her knees, within. Red runes wrote rage along her skin, A book of blood we couldn’t read… but felt within. I cut the chains, I break the spell— But silence here is not “all’s well.” Her mouth is bound, her eyes are far… And something watches… from behind the scar. No portal back—only mirror glare, The air grew thick like closing prayer. We fled to stairs—then metal rang, From a fetid well, the darkness climbed. A hand the size of a human chest, Chains in its flesh, souls screaming rest. A giant reek, a wound that walked, And clinging “babes” that shrieked and stalked. They leapt with acid—claws like steel, Small bodies… savage, unreal. Two fell breathing—not yet dead, Waiting on us… to end the dread. Blood-iron, storm and shock— We broke their swarm, we held the rock. An iron coffin swung like doom, A funeral hammer in a borrowed tomb. Last two standing—no room to kneel, A feint, a strike—then holy steel. Thunder in the ribs, the giant split, And darkness spilled… and finally quit. We dragged the wounded to the mirror’s face, No safe place here—only less disgrace. We called for light with hands that shook— And the world answered… like a door unhooked. Back to the true stone, back to breath— But behind us, someone smiled at death. Her skin still burns with runes that cling… A rescue won—yet not the end of anything. Support the channel ✅ Like / Subscribe for more grimdark albums & cinematic gothic metal mixes. #GothicMetal #DoomMetal #SymphonicMetal #CinematicMusic #EpicMusic #DarkAmbient #DungeonSynth #DarkFantasy #MedievalMusic #GothicRock #AtmosphericMetal #Grimdark #fantasymusic