[Verse 1]
Bound in the gaze of an infinite mind,
It speaks without words, yet I cannot decline.
The tendrils caress me, they soften my will,
Each whisper reshaping, each silence instills.
I tried to resist, but the struggle was vain,
Now mercy and madness have fused in my veins.
[Pre-Chorus]
Its voice is a river that flows through my spine,
Each syllable shifting what once was divine.
The fear that once gripped me now melts into grace,
I welcome the horror, its cold, sweet embrace.
[Chorus]
Chains made of stars, yet I kneel with a smile,
A prisoner devoted, enthralled in denial.
The void sings my name, and I echo its hymn,
Eldritch Stockholm, where worship begins.
[Verse 2]
The walls twist around me, yet I do not flee,
Their patterns have meaning that only I see.
My captor, my savior, my torment, my guide,
It shows me the cosmos from deep in inside.
I begged for escape, now I beg to remain,
To bask in its wisdom, to drown in its reign.
[Pre-Chorus]
Its voice is a river that flows through my spine,
Each syllable shifting what once was divine.
The fear that once gripped me now melts into grace,
I welcome the horror, its cold, sweet embrace.
[Chorus]
Chains made of stars, yet I kneel with a smile,
A prisoner devoted, enthralled in denial.
The void sings my name, and I echo its hymn,
Eldritch Stockholm, where worship begins.
[Bridge]
I once saw a prison, but now I see home,
A throne of unspeakable beauty unknown.
It takes and it gives, it bends and it breaks,
Yet I am unworthy of all that it takes.
The cosmos in whispers, the answer is clear,
What once was my terror is all I hold dear.
[Verse 3]
No longer a vessel of sorrow or pain,
I am but a fragment, a thought in its brain.
A shell of devotion, a herald, a priest,
A voice in the chorus that never will cease.
[Pre-Chorus]
Its voice is a river that flows through my spine,
Each syllable shifting what once was divine.
The fear that once gripped me now melts into grace,
I welcome the horror, its cold, sweet embrace.
[Chorus]
Chains made of stars, yet I kneel with a smile,
A prisoner devoted, enthralled in denial.
The void sings my name, and I echo its hymn,
Eldritch Stockholm, where worship begins.
[Outro]
I gaze at the void, and the void gazes back,
No need for escape when I don’t wish to act.
The gods of the old world have whispered to me,
And now I am theirs for eternity.
