In the light of the silver moon’s embrace,
The god of the sun, with a radiant face,
Apollo rides the winds of fate,
Casting shadows where the mortals await.
His lyre’s strings echo through the night,
Harmonies shatter the silence of fright,
From Delphi’s depths, the oracle calls,
In cryptic whispers, the darkness enthralls.
(Chorus)
Apollo! Bringer of light and despair,
With a bow of gold, pierce the veil, lay bare.
In the heart of the tempest where shadows collide,
Through the fire and fury, let the prophecy guide!
Apollo! In the realm of the blind,
Guide us through pain, the truth we must find.
From the heights of Olympus to the depths of the soul,
In the echoes of ages, our destinies roll!
(Verse 2)
With Daggers of sunlight, he cleaves through the night,
A harbinger of visions, both dreadful and bright.
The serpent coiled tight, in the darkness it lies,
As the Pythia gasps, where the wisdom defies.
Orphic hymns chant, in the depths of despair,
Legends entwined in the sacred air,
As shadows entwined in the brilliance of flame,
Beware the wrath, for all know His name.
(Chorus)
Apollo! Bringer of light and despair,
With a bow of gold, pierce the veil, lay bare.
In the heart of the tempest where shadows collide,
Through the fire and fury, let the prophecy guide!
Apollo! In the realm of the blind,
Guide us through pain, the truth we must find.
From the heights of Olympus to the depths of the soul,
In the echoes of ages, our destinies roll!
(Bridge)
From the chasms of Hades, the echoes arise,
Mourning the fallen, we weep for the wise.
A sunbeam’s embrace, yet a dagger’s cold kiss,
In the dance of the fates, we flounder in bliss.
The phoenix of sorrow, from ashes does soar,
With every lost dream, we yearn for the lore.
O Apollo, keeper of flames and of woes,
In the churning abyss, where the dark river flows.
(Chorus)
Apollo! Bringer of light and despair,
With a bow of gold, pierce the veil, lay bare.
In the heart of the tempest where shadows collide,
Through the fire and fury, let the prophecy guide!
Apollo! In the realm of the blind,
Guide us through pain, the truth we must find.
From the heights of Olympus to the depths of the soul,
In the echoes of ages, our destinies roll!
(Outro)
So we call to the heavens, in the night’s dark embrace,
With a heart full of fury and a yearning for grace.
For in the heart of the storm, where the shadows do play,
Apollo, our beacon, guide us through the fray.
With a voice like thunder, in the silence he speaks,
In the light of his glory, the truth is what we seek.
O Apollo, forever our battle cry sings,
In the tapestry woven, the eternal life brings
