Monarch Rising Songtext
von Brain Stem

Beneath the ash
Fragmented, it lays, accursed and frail
With a dying breath
Retrograding, a mere damaged cell

Cocooned by a pile of sinful, discharged human filth
The organic shell liquefies in this wasteland′s width
Although abated by a world grotesquely deformed
Its withered body turns to pus, soon to be reformed

Reforming
Transmuting

Hatching from its crust, wretched pain reigns its feeble mind
Compressed cranium pulsating, ever so divine
How can it be stopped? Oh, the cries of its suffering
Seven rusted bolts embedded, a new crown rising

In writhing agony
And unbridled misery


"Oh, bringers of nurture, why such constructed ravage?
And why upholding an existence so overly damaged?
This world is dancing within its own foul damnation
Slowly rotting away, unworthy of salvation"

And far beyond redemption

The hourglass shatters
With deafening echoes
His nails dig through their eyes
Their screams are concealed
By their demise
The rising prophecy

"Oh, bringers of nurture, why such constructed ravage?
And why upholding an existence so overly damaged?
This world is dancing within its own foul damnation
Slowly rotting away, unworthy

Of salvation"
Time is at an end
While pushing their last breath
Limbs are splitting apart
Impending death
The rising prophecy of the transfigured monarch