HARTLIGHT - Polymorphia (OFFICIAL VIDEO)
In the interweaving of stardust and flame, a saga of perseverance is born. The voices of centuries call through the silence of ruins, where darkness becomes an ally and solitude - the cloak of a sage. Each chord is a step across the bridge between chaos and order, where the alchemy of the soul transforms fear into strength and pain into light pouring from the chalice of eternity.
Through the cosmic laboratory emerge the faces of ancient archetypes: the soldier of desires, in love with battle, and the phantom that has taken form in star-born matter. Beneath the vaults of shadowed cathedrals, magic is born - fierce as a volcanic eruption, yet gentle as the whisper of dawn. Even death retreats before the dance of the blade with moonlight, and Chronos shatters his arrows against the shield of innocence.
«The Triumph of Metal» is a tale of how darkness ceases to bite, and monsters crumble to dust beneath the gaze of the Rebis. Where every soul - both priest and wanderer - drinks from the source of creation to become a new dawn. At the battle’s climax, under the roar of dragons and the chime of midnight bells, it is not the red stone that is born, but humanity itself - a fragile yet invincible bridge between ashes and eternity.
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Polymorphia
I beheld the world
Through a narrow slit
From a dusty floor
That overlooks the scene
I was the misshapen ghost,
Whom history shuns,
Confined to the shadows,
Hidden from the bright suns
But the white star in the prima materia took shape,
In the canvas of the cosmos, a divine drape for the lonely souls
Polymorphia
Borrows from the almighty nature
Its original enigma,
Its magical structure
Polymorphia
In the laboratory
Feel the magma
That brings forth the majesty
The gales swept over the rafters,
The ruins bestowed the sky,
Letting the sunrays enter
Making matter volatile
The darkness became a friend,
For it no longer bit nor gnawed,
The hurting wolf was tamed,
Glorious beneath the moon's laud
Archetypes of ancient scenes,
Emerging from my empathy,
I understand in you the mysteries,
That write the pages of myth
