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  • Id:

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  • Prompt:

    No Time, No Space, No Dimension. This is a song of Enochian Calls, using the Enochian Language.

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    Enochian Call: Beyond Time and Space

  • Description:

    The image features a blue-skinned angelic figure, possibly a demon or a fallen angel, standing in a dark, foreboding environment. The figure is holding a staff, possibly a wand or a scepter, and appears to be looking downward. The scene evokes a sense of mystery and intrigue, as the figure seems to be contemplating its next move or decision. The dark, ominous setting adds to the overall atmosphere of the image, making it a captivating and thought-provoking piece of art.

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Enochian Call: Beyond Time and Space
Tags: Symphonic Metal, Dark Rock, Gothic, Atmospheric

No time, no space, no dimension,  
A void where silence roars,  
In the depths of the void we stand,  
Enochian whispers break the floors.  
  
Beneath the sky of shattered light,  
A fallen angel stares below,  
Eyes burning like forgotten stars,  
A path to realms where none may go.  
  
The scepter calls, the wand ignites,  
Ancient words in shadows cast,  
Summoning the powers lost,  
To bend the will, to break the past.  
  
Chorus:  
Oh, Enochian, the ancient scream,  
Voices from beyond the dream,  
In this realm where time is torn,  
We are born, we are reborn.  
  
No breath, no beat, no soul to steal,  
In this place where darkness kneels,  
The fallen’s gaze will pierce the sky,  
A silent cry, a whispered lie.  
  
A call from realms of stone and dust,  
To those who seek the truth in rust,  
The staff will guide the doomed away,  
In Enoch’s name, we disobey.  
  
Chorus:  
Oh, Enochian, the ancient scream,  
Voices from beyond the dream,  
In this realm where time is torn,  
We are born, we are reborn.  
  
Bridge:  
The darkened wings, the blood-stained fate,  
We walk between the realms of hate,  
The call of Enoch leads the way,  
In the end, no time, no day.  
  
Chorus:  
Oh, Enochian, the ancient scream,  
Voices from beyond the dream,  
In this realm where time is torn,  
We are born, we are reborn.