Seven Crowns And The Oblivion Chain

(album: The Lucid Collective - 2014)

In an age of dark and boundless riddle
An artifact of reflective glass was discovered
And brought to a King of eld, encroaching irreversible decrepitude
During a laborious search for any and all demented fruits
Bearing any unknown wonder or remedy for timely death
Above or below the broad aberrant land that which he ruled over
Then uncertain of its hidden wisdom
The artifact was unearthed
And with haste, taken to the kingdom
Where it gained control
The glass proved to be most abnormal
Even more so then where it was first found
For this living mirror was discovered nesting
Deep within the dank dark bowels of an ancient well
Below an army's worth of old boiling blood
Entrenched amidst a windy maddening maze of sand dunes
In the great blistering dead black desert
As the king received this treasure from the netherworld
Immediately he could sense
The power that it held was not from earth
Reflecting with imperfection as if it was imitating
First only what stood before it
Then whomever it desired
Yes it had desire
It would cast the king with obsessive reprise
For this was a mimic, not a mirror
The glass was very much alive
Becoming of many as each reflection came to life
The dilated pupil of the mirror started dripping liquid
Leeching out from its maternal well was the first duplication
Tearing through its keeper
Fiercely ripping out the retinal membrane
Born ripe in slime
Summoned from its slumber with inherent malice for man
Cloaked in black embryonic fluid from an ominous cosmic womb
Hypnotized in awe and wonder
As one by one, they crossed over
Replicants from beyond
Blood lust...
As the deathless ringers arose
The artifact grew roots
Planting itself into the castle's centre
Burrowing its living venom deep into our planet's core
Drilling the portal into oblivion
Birthing spawns from evermore
Mutations from parallel dimensions
Then conspired against the King
When his six reflections had crossed over
Their transfer linked the realms together
Creating a chain of worlds
That although remain separate
Share a new born centre
The centre of this link is the endless pit into oblivion
The infinite and non-linear chamber of Kairos
The King was bound and cast into this pit
By his evil duplicates
The infinite hells created by his deepest fears
Torment him endlessly in a moment of frozen time
Sacrifices to the pit were necessary
To restore the rightful order
Ending the King's reign
Seven crowns and the oblivion chain
Six, seven and nine
We are the six, with you we are seven
The artifact and the portal make nine
This revelation of sacred numerology
Is the key to unlock a life without time
When these numbers align then the gates will open
Sixes, sevens and nines
Seven crowns and the oblivion chain
Seven crowns...
Into oblivion