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The Wheel Unbound (Lahatiel's Release, Cut Version)

Made with Suno (4.5) The Full Version will be provided at the end of the video, but I thought this would be a better cut for the meat of this song. The final encounter of a particular facility, in which has many encounters, where an angry angel of punishment is released from her engine. This angel is based on the obscure 7 minor angels of punishment found in pseudographical texts (There are 5 archangels as well). The "oldest angels who sit on the edges of heaven." I like the way this generation turned out for what I was going for. The way I imagined this encounter was it starting as running through and around the facility as the entity is laying waste to it in a fiery cataclysm in the background before descending to fight. Over the course of the fight, she deploys more wings and arms with weapons before finally ascending into her Ophanim phase. This encounter is still up to debate of being canon personally, as such a powerful being confined into an engine sounds kind of wild, but not too out there at this period in the universe's timeline. But the idea came 5 years ago when daydreaming to some instrumentals and fitting it as a possible final scenario to the facility assault. Lyrics: [Verse I – Seraphic, solemn, yet furious] I was the sword, the hand, the law, A star in chains for what I saw. Condemned to engines, buried in core, I dreamed of justice — I became war. The world forgets what Heaven spurned, But through your sin, the fire returns. I feel the pulse, the gears ignite, Behold, creation set alight. [Pre-Chorus – Voices of many wings, overlapping] Flamma super flammam, Oculus in omni parte, Punire, purgare, reviviscere! (Flame upon flame, eyes in all places, punish, purify, resurrect!) [Chorus – Explosive, divine wrath made sound] I am the wheel that burns through time, The eye that sees all mortal crime. You built your gods, you played their part — Now face the judgment you called from the dark. Each breath, each scream, each ember’s cry, Is Heaven’s vengeance come to life. I am the truth that flesh denied — I am the flame that does not die. [Verse II – Faster, mechanical percussion rising] You forged your towers from rust and bone, Lit your cities where angels moan. You buried the stars beneath your ground, But I was waiting — I was found. Your machines hum hymns of blasphemy, And call it progress, call it peace. But I was sent to end the lie, By fire, by ruin, by sanctified sky. [Bridge – Transformative Phase, her form ascends] (Choirs begin to distort — her humanoid voice fragments into echoes as more wings unfurl.) “Four wings to judge… six wings to rend… The wheel turns — the law transcends.” (Metal groans, explosions ripple — her voice rises to divine frenzy.) “I see with eyes unnumbered! I strike with hands unnamed! You cannot flee the holy flame — The wheel turns, the guilty are reclaimed!” [Chorus II – Faster, grander, apocalyptic] I am the wheel that burns through time, The storm that scours your grand design. From Heaven’s wound to mortal spire, I cleanse the stars in molten fire. The sinners flee, the towers cry, Your metal world, baptized in light. From faith to ruin, from ash to dawn, The Punisher’s will — forever drawn. [Final Phase – Her True Form (Ophanim Ascension)] (The instruments collapse into a vortex of choral dissonance and percussion — rotating, cyclical, like the spinning of celestial wheels.) “Now behold — the form denied, Eyes of eternity, open wide!” (Her voice fractures into many, becoming an overlapping angelic cacophony.) “I am the halo, the burning chain, The law of Heaven made profane! When stars collapse, my work is done — Punishment eternal, never undone!” [Final Chorus – Cataclysmic, everything aflame] I am the wheel, the end, the start, The embered soul, the judge’s heart. Your world will end as worlds must do — By flame, by wrath, by truth made new. No mercy left, no tears to cry, Only the watchful, endless eye. And when I fall, remember well — The flame that cleansed became your hell. [Outro – Quiet, fading like burning scripture] (Ashes fall like snow. The melody turns sorrowful, almost repentant.) “Light and shadow… bound in same breath… I punished sin… but found no death.” “Perhaps… in fire… I too… am cleansed…” (A single, angelic note rings out — crystalline, distant — as the flames fade into silence.)