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The City Rises
#metal #altmetal #noiserock #experimental #lovecraftian #music #weird #war #cosmichorror
Inspired by Project Übersinnlich - Chapter 10
Full Playlist:    • Project Übersinnlich: Kessler's Folly (Album)  

VERSE 1
Submariner at the sonar, voice cracking like a whip
"Contact bearing below, mass is changing"
"Herr Kaleun, it's rising, readings impossible"

Kessler shoves him aside, eyes blazing
"The Nexus Structure reveals itself!"
Deep grinding vibration, seabed unzipping
Emergency blow ballast, surface NOW

Periscope breaks the churning surface
I press my eyes to the eyepiece
Praying for open sea

CHORUS 1
The city rises, green colossus breaking surface
Cyclopean monoliths thrusting skyward
The city rises from the crushing deep
My mind cannot contain it
The city rises
And I am breaking

VERSE 2
Through the lens: coastline of titan proportions
Geometry that makes the eye recoil
Bruised firmament, pustulent green luminescence

Planes tilting at non-Euclidean angles
Archways yawning into impossible depths
Not stone but nightmare-logic solidified

Steam cascades down titanic flanks
The U-boat rendered meaningless
A mote before uncaring gods

CHORUS 2
The city rises, locking into place with world-groaning
Psychic wave that shatters sanity
The city rises, consciousness too vast
Brushing aside human minds like cobwebs
The city rises
And we are nothing

BRIDGE
Hamburg. Alster. Summer sun.
Elsa on my shoulders, silver bell laughter.

Then drowning in green radiance.
City geometry searing my retinas.
Burning not flesh but soul.

My crew appears as phantoms
Faces frozen in accusation:
"You brought us here, Kapitän.
You led us into the abyss."

Billions of voices!
Pre-language syllables!
Shattering thought!

Kessler screaming "HYPERBOREA!"
"The City of the First Ones!"

But I see truth:
Not Aryan ancestors.
Tomb-city.
Sleeping god.

We knocked on the door.

FINAL CHORUS
The city rises, poison dreams made manifest
Hull bending outward, geometry all wrong
The city rises, and we are the price
For following madness to its source
The city rises
We knocked on the door