10. The City Rises (Lovecraftian, alternative metal, noise rock, post-hardcore, experimental) скачать в хорошем качестве

10. The City Rises (Lovecraftian, alternative metal, noise rock, post-hardcore, experimental)

The City Rises #metal #altmetal #noiserock #experimental #lovecraftian #music #weird #war #cosmichorror Inspired by Project Übersinnlich - Chapter 10 Full Playlist:    • Project Übersinnlich: Kessler's Folly (Album)   VERSE 1 Submariner at the sonar, voice cracking like a whip "Contact bearing below, mass is changing" "Herr Kaleun, it's rising, readings impossible" Kessler shoves him aside, eyes blazing "The Nexus Structure reveals itself!" Deep grinding vibration, seabed unzipping Emergency blow ballast, surface NOW Periscope breaks the churning surface I press my eyes to the eyepiece Praying for open sea CHORUS 1 The city rises, green colossus breaking surface Cyclopean monoliths thrusting skyward The city rises from the crushing deep My mind cannot contain it The city rises And I am breaking VERSE 2 Through the lens: coastline of titan proportions Geometry that makes the eye recoil Bruised firmament, pustulent green luminescence Planes tilting at non-Euclidean angles Archways yawning into impossible depths Not stone but nightmare-logic solidified Steam cascades down titanic flanks The U-boat rendered meaningless A mote before uncaring gods CHORUS 2 The city rises, locking into place with world-groaning Psychic wave that shatters sanity The city rises, consciousness too vast Brushing aside human minds like cobwebs The city rises And we are nothing BRIDGE Hamburg. Alster. Summer sun. Elsa on my shoulders, silver bell laughter. Then drowning in green radiance. City geometry searing my retinas. Burning not flesh but soul. My crew appears as phantoms Faces frozen in accusation: "You brought us here, Kapitän. You led us into the abyss." Billions of voices! Pre-language syllables! Shattering thought! Kessler screaming "HYPERBOREA!" "The City of the First Ones!" But I see truth: Not Aryan ancestors. Tomb-city. Sleeping god. We knocked on the door. FINAL CHORUS The city rises, poison dreams made manifest Hull bending outward, geometry all wrong The city rises, and we are the price For following madness to its source The city rises We knocked on the door