Chaosworm
Twilight Ophera Lyrics
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Apocalypse winds scourge the seas for Leviathan now coils
Womb of mother chaos gave birth to maggots sinbred
Depravation ate the seven hearts of Vestigial sacred
Amuse me Ophion, harbinger of magenta doom
For apex of my death fades so soon
Engulf my delusions with purging anointment last
Demigods confusion where polymorphing spells cast
Treaties of balance unsworn
The lyrics of Twilight Ophera's "Chaosworm" paint a vivid picture of a world in turmoil. The "cleaving storm of chaos" and "apocalypse winds" are described as scouring the seas and bringing forth Leviathan, a biblical sea monster. This chaos is said to have been born from the womb of mother chaos, giving rise to sinbred maggots that consume the sacred hearts of Vestigial. The singer then calls upon Ophion, a mythological serpent associated with chaos and destruction, to bring about their own doom. The final lines suggest that treaties meant to bring balance to this world have gone unfulfilled.
The imagery in these lyrics is striking, but the meaning behind it is not immediately clear. However, it seems to be a commentary on the state of the world and humanity's role in bringing about chaos and destruction. The sinbred maggots could be interpreted as a metaphor for the sins of humanity, consuming what is good and sacred in the world. And the call for one's own demise may reflect a desire to escape the bleakness of this reality. Ultimately, "Chaosworm" is a haunting meditation on the darker aspects of the human condition.
Line by Line Meaning
Shield thy folded eyes for the cleaving storm of chaos boils
Prepare yourself for the overwhelming storm of chaos
Apocalypse winds scourge the seas for Leviathan now coils
Winds of doom are mercilessly attacking the seas while Leviathan waits in hiding
Womb of mother chaos gave birth to maggots sinbred
Chaos gave birth to malevolent maggots
Depravation ate the seven hearts of Vestigial sacred
The seven hearts of the revered Vestigial were mercilessly consumed by depravity
Amuse me Ophion, harbinger of magenta doom
Entertain and delight me, Ophion, the messenger of inevitable doom
For apex of my death fades so soon
As the pinnacle of my demise approaches rapidly
Engulf my delusions with purging anointment last
Cleanse my illusions and errors with the final, purifying act
Demigods confusion where polymorphing spells cast
Confusion reigns amongst the demigods as their forms change rapidly
Treaties of balance unsworn
Promises of stability and order are unfulfilled and disregarded
Contributed by Caden E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.