The Sin That Feeds | Symphonic Metal Song

Hi, Just putting another dark symphonic metal song into the playlist for all the listeners! There was no bread left, no root in the ground. No beast in the forest, no mercy was found. The snow held the fields, the wind bit the bone. He starved in a house that was not quite alone. One thing remained there, too sacred to take. One line he swore that he never would break. But hunger spoke softly, then hunger spoke sweet. And sin had a flavor the moment he’d eat. Now you drift in my dark void, where no sin finds relief. You look upon my tower, with ravenous teeth. The craving grows greater still, and it begs for more to be. It becomes the weight that breaks what’s left beneath. Hunger kept you company, now it owns you utterly. A block in my tower, bolstered by gluttony. He went back to labor, to bread and to grain. He sat at the table and tried to be sane. He ate like a husband, he prayed like a man. But nothing could answer what tasting began. The broth became water, the meat became dust. The hunger remembered the shape of its lust. It whispered “for flesh” from the back of his teeth. It crawled through his belly and coiled underneath. So he hunted a sinner, a thief marked for death. He dragged him below where the cellar held breath. By dawn there were shackles, a stain on the floor, and the hunger inside greater than before. Now you drift in my dark void, where no sin finds relief. You look upon my tower, with ravenous teeth. The craving grows greater still, and it begs for more to be. It becomes the weight that breaks what’s left beneath. Hunger kept you company, now it owns you utterly. A block in my tower, bolstered by gluttony. Then every meal mocked him, every prayer felt thin. He smiled with the living while starving within. He locked up the cellar, he nailed shut the door. But still came the craving, then came something more. It whispered “for flesh” in the market and street. It counted each heartbeat like something to eat. He hid his dark hunger, he swallowed his shame. But the more he denied it, the stronger it came. By dusk he was shaking, by midnight he fed. By morning the village spoke low of the dead. He fell without falling, down through his mind. Past every mercy he once left behind. The ground did not open, his reason split wide. The abyss was the craving that was hidden inside. Down past his conscience, down past his shame, down where the hunger and darkness were same. He reached for the edges of all he had been. But the void only smiled and pulled him within. When he rose from that silence, no question remained. No restrained hand, no morals retained. He walked through the village with hunger as law. He saw only feasts in the faces he saw. No cry slowed his steps, no pleading got through. He took what was warmest and vanished from view. The houses grew empty, the roads lost their sound. And still he kept searching for more to be found. Still hunger kept calling, still nothing was sweet. Still the void sat laughing beneath what he’d eat. Now you drift in my dark void, where no sin finds relief. You look upon my tower, with ravenous teeth. The craving grows greater still, and it begs for more to be. It becomes the weight that breaks what’s left beneath. Hunger kept you company, now it owns you utterly. A block in my tower, bolstered by gluttony. At last there was nothing left under the sky. No breath left to follow, no voice left to cry. The fields were all silent, the cities were bone. He stood in creation, starving alone. No name lived within him, no man could remain. Only the craving wearing his frame. It turned on its vessel, it circled its throne. With nothing left near it, it reached for its own. Taste after taste, he answered its call. Until he was null, and had eaten it all.