CHIMERA

Lyric: Beneath a fractured firmament, it wakes— A hymn of marrow, split in three. No singular god, but a congregation of hunger, Threaded through sinew, fang, and decree. A lion’s breath, sovereign and sunless, Carries the soaring of a dethroned crown. Its mane—embers of extinct constellations, Its roar, a scripture that razes sound. From the spine, a serpent unwinds— Not born, but remembered into flesh. Its eyes: twin apertures of time undone, Where past and future corrode afresh. It speaks in coils, in recursive venom, A dialect carved from primordial dread. Each hiss—an invocation of endings, Each silence—where the cosmos bled. The goat—ah, the quiet heretic— Gnaws at the roots of its own divinity. A prophet of rot, with a throat full of psalms That fracture the bones of infinity. It does not scream—no, it knows. A knowing that festers without release. Its gaze, a slow unmaking of mercy, Its pulse, the cadence of perverse peace. Three wills in discordant orbit, Bound by an ancient, unspeaking law: To devour the self in cyclic ritual, To become the wound they once saw. No unity—only negotiated ruin, A parliament of teeth and despair. They crown themselves in mutual annihilation, A throne none survive to bear. O Chimera—blasphemy incarnate, An ontology stitched from divine mistake— You are not beast, nor myth, nor terror… You are the shape that reality breaks. #metal #metalmusic #metalcore #indonesianmetal