Tradition is not a collection of symbols, nor a system preserved in books.

It is a living transmission, carried through voice, ritual, and uninterrupted continuity.

In ancient times, spiritual currents were sustained not by belief alone, but by presence — by men and women who embodied the rites they performed.

Through these currents, the gods were not imagined, but effective.

When transmission is broken, when memory fades and rites become empty gestures, the current weakens.

The divine forms lose density, their influence recedes, and what once shaped reality is reduced to myth, allegory, and ruin.

The gods do not perish in a human sense — they become hollow, inactive, suspended beyond the world they once penetrated.

Yet a spiritual current, once established, is never entirely extinguished.

It may fall into latency, withdrawing from manifestation, awaiting conditions capable of sustaining it once more.

Such reactivation does not occur through nostalgia, faith, or imitation, but through precise alignment of will, knowledge, and inner discipline.

Where continuity is consciously restored, force returns.

What follows in the song is the contemplation of a domain where forgotten powers still linger... maybe, awaiting recognition...

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I awaken where the stars decay, drifting endlessly

Carved my name in dead constellations, let them stare at me

No prayers left, no faith, no holy sleep

I walk among the ruins you were never meant to see

If you seek salvation

You’ll find nothing

You will never know what the silence takes

Look into the void, we are not the same

This is where your myths collapse

This is where they break

I command the dust, and you’ll fear my name

I gave my blood, gave eternity

This is where your myths collapse

This is where they break!

You better recognize

You prayed too late, now the stars don’t care

Even your strongest gods are stripped and bare

Whispering my name like it’s a final prayer

Keep chanting lies, I’ll unravel them there

You will never know what the silence takes

Look into the void, we are not the same

This is where your myths collapse

This is where they break

I command the dust, and you’ll fear my name

I gave my blood, gave eternity

This is where your myths collapse

This is where they break

I had a vision, frozen in time, I saw the heavens rot

Watched belief turn into echoes, everything they forgot

I let them fade, dissolve in space, learned the truth too late

Now I stand among their corpses, drifting, consecrate

Have you ever been a god? Then watched the world move on?

Would you burn the stars?

Would you fade into the dark?

So now I take my throne, carved in debris

If you seek redemption

You’ll find nothing in me!

You will never know what the aeons take

Drifting into the void, with nothing left to name

This is where your myths collapse

This is where they burn!

I command the dust, and you used to fear my name

I gave my blessings, now forgotten, the same

This is where your myths collapse

This is where they burn!