Beyond the Golden Throne

from by Into Oblivion

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    12 page full color booklet featuring the artwork of Paolo Girardi.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Paragon via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 3 days

      $10 CAD or more 


  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $2 CAD  or more



Astray along the journey of life
I woke to find myself in warped wood
For I have wandered from the path;
How hard it is to recount old glory,
Forest of wilderness, savage and stubborn
The thought of it moves me to fear
This dread, bitter place!
Let Death be bitterer.
But if I would return from lesser war
I must now stoke the Greater

Silver lanterns rove
On paths forgotten; unknown
Among the towering Oak
In manifold direction
Spelled to dissipation
Trespass the weeping mist
To seek the Temple
In a forest of temples

By ways argentine and cryptic
Plagued by visions of mortality

Playing their tragedies in stale pools
In acts pale and amorphous
Their ends steeped in the Arcane
Beginnings: Ancient
Before the weavers began their Work

And bound the world to its thongs

In the age of the Serpent
Ages fade into Shades
Knowledge sought in all and towards none
Consuming itself
Kings ensnared by sundry lusts
Blades rusted of bygone triumph
Banners unraveled, the Seat rotting
Pillars crumbling, effigies of the forgotten
It said one would come
From the West
One of great strength
A conqueror
A man that would someday join Divinity
By his own hand
One who would crush the snakes of the earth
And bear them high for all to see
That the death that lurks within
Is the war that sets you free

I have built the Pillars
I have tamed the Oceans
I have slain the Matchless
Yet only I remain

Beneath the shadow of death,
I conquered all before me
Broken the sword and flesh
For they impeded me

Triumphs of steel and fire
Write thine name on hearts of
Men, know that you are dust
And to dust you return

Bring me Annihilation
Cremate this carnal coffin
Cast ashes to the wind
Let this please the Masters

Drudging onward with weary feet
In the gloom of frozen mystery
Have I come for naught?
Have I slain for naught?

In the pitchest black
Among the gnarling root
Am I to find my death?
Am I to find my failure?
This journey is insane
Let my bones weep my tale
From my wooden tomb
I have come for naught
I have slain for naught

A light emerges in the pitch
The sound of water trickles through the air
A grove of cedar, a withered man
Keeper of the sacred copse

"Those trees in whose dim shadow
The ghastly priest doth reign
The priest who slew the slayer,
And shall himself be slain."

From on high I pluck the bough
Gold gleaming of my hand
Our fates entwined before Time
Since Death breathed Life into our veins
Of him who sees the world as dust
Only to kill to start again
Of him who sees an Empire of airs
Only to watch the fall again
O Priest, where is your sword?
O Priest, where is your Victory?

The shackles are broken, the cycles overthrown
The shackles are broken, my enemies are fallen
The shackles are broken, I hear the Fathers call
The shackles are broken, and Life reigns

The beating of wings fills the air
Shrieks shatter the still of horizons
In its talons, a coiled mass
Borne on high in Majesty

It soars on Crimson streams
In realms beyond the reach of men
Through frozen peaks it flies between
Towards the origins of Destiny


from Paragon, released June 6, 2018


all rights reserved



Into Oblivion Toronto, Ontario

The death that lurks within is the war that sets you free.

contact / help

Contact Into Oblivion

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

Into Oblivion recommends:

If you like Into Oblivion, you may also like: