The Fallen from The Wheel by Stochastic Reaper

Expelled from the celestial throne,
into the world you were thrown.
Found yourself a Minotaur in the maze,
by the mirrors you are amazed.

Many reflections
call for reactions.
Pulled by a trigger,
the answer gets bigger.

Raging animal with an emotional axe,
precious ones, your love-hate attacks.
The less you think on what you get,
the longer haunted by regret.

You pretend to be a monk,
keeping inside decaying junk.
Smash your distortions in the glass
things get sorted in the carcass.

Open the tomb with buried sorrow,
liberation from your fears can follow.
Awaken from a victim mindset,
life no longer is a threat.

Behind the broken face
stands eternal grace.

• Metal
• black
• death
• doom
• grind
• post-metal
• Olomouc