Throne of the Horned Dawn
metal, Epic symphonic black metal with progressive twists; male vocals split between razor shrieks and cavernous growls. Guitars locked in relentless tremolo over whirling blast beats, then lurch into odd-meter, mid-tempo stomps. Orchestral strings and brass swell under the verses; chorus blooms with Latin-esque mixed choir, tubular bells, and wide, reverb-heavy leads. Dynamic dips to sparse, sinister ambience before erupting into towering, layered hooks., symphonic black metal, deep, soaring, choral, male vocals, piercing
Throne of the Horned Dawn
metal, Epic symphonic black metal with progressive twists; male vocals split between razor shrieks and cavernous growls. Guitars locked in relentless tremolo over whirling blast beats, then lurch into odd-meter, mid-tempo stomps. Orchestral strings and brass swell under the verses; chorus blooms with Latin-esque mixed choir, tubular bells, and wide, reverb-heavy leads. Dynamic dips to sparse, sinister ambience before erupting into towering, layered hooks., symphonic black metal, deep, soaring, choral, male vocals, piercing
Lyrics
Intro
cavernous choir, distant bells
Ash in the air
Torches like wounds in the fog
Antlers of stone
Cut through the blood-red dawn
Verse 1
Steps on the bones of kings
I walk the spiral path
Rust on the iron rings
That bind the cattle of faith
Eyes in the hanging smoke
Carved in the cavern wall
Old teeth of earth awake
Gnashing beneath us all (hnn-agh)
Chorus
On the throne of the horned dawn
You kneel, you choke, you praise
Every prayer a broken yoke
Every word a blaze
Raise the sigil, raise your veins
Let the branded rivers run
On the throne of the horned dawn
We crown the blackened sun
Verse 2
Veins full of burning wine
Scriptures in flayed-out skin
Choirs of hollowed pines
Howl as the rites begin
Hooves in the pounding mud
Mark out a crooked time
Stars tilt and spill their blood
Into this crooked shrine (ugh!)
Chorus
On the throne of the horned dawn
You kneel, you choke, you praise
Every prayer a broken yoke
Every word a blaze
Raise the sigil, raise your veins
Let the branded rivers run
On the throne of the horned dawn
We crown the blackened sun
Bridge
tempo drops into lurching odd-meter groove
Seven circles, one cracked crown
Ashen halo falling down
Name of fire on every tongue (on every tongue)
Spine turned ladder, climb it, climb
Past the ruins, past the lie
Face of panic, made divine (ha-ha-ha!)
Chorus
On the throne of the horned dawn
You kneel, you choke, you praise
Every prayer a broken yoke
Every word a blaze
Raise the sigil, raise your veins
Let the branded rivers run
On the throne of the horned dawn
We crown the blackened sun