The Sacred Abyss (Liber Novus)
Reverb-drenched guitars, atmospheric synths, deep bass, minimalist percussion, with haunting, airy vocals.Lyrics
**Song of the Sacred Abyss**
*(In the Spirit of Liber Novus)*
**Verse 1:**
From the depths, I hear the whisper,
A voice unknown, yet familiar still.
It calls my soul to the silent chasm,
Where light and shadow bow to the will.
Oh, wandering pilgrim, fear not the night,
For in the darkness blooms sacred sight.
Descend with me through veils of despair,
Where truth lies naked, raw and bare.
**Chorus:**
Dance with the demons that carry the light,
Walk with the angels who burn in the night.
In the sacred abyss, we are broken, reborn,
Where roses of blood crown the soul torn.
Oh, the depths that cradle our fall,
In the void, we find the All.
**Verse 2:**
Upon the shores of madness, I stand alone,
A desert of mirrors reflecting the unknown.
Yet in the chaos, a star emerges,
Guiding me deeper, where silence surges.
The serpent and dove entwine and twist,
In this sacred dance, where none resist.
The path of paradox, narrow and steep,
Where gods awake, where mortals sleep.
**Chorus:**
Dance with the demons that carry the light,
Walk with the angels who burn in the night.
In the sacred abyss, we are broken, reborn,
Where roses of blood crown the soul torn.
Oh, the depths that cradle our fall,
In the void, we find the All.
**Bridge:**
In the fire of anguish, my heart is cleaved,
Yet from the wound, divine breath is received.
I am both the storm and the calm,
The wound and the healing balm.
The grail of madness is filled with grace,
I drink, I drown, I embrace the face—
Of the One who walks with shadowed eyes,
And weaves through dreams the thread of skies.
**Chorus:**
Dance with the demons that carry the light,
Walk with the angels who burn in the night.
In the sacred abyss, we are broken, reborn,
Where roses of blood crown the soul torn.
Oh, the depths that cradle our fall,
In the void, we find the All.
**Outro:**
From the abyss, I rise anew,
Neither dark nor light, but something true.
The path unwritten, yet etched in fire,
I walk with the Word, in endless desire.
The sacred abyss, my home and guide,
In its hollow heart, the truth does bide.