Musicis Fabulis - Blood Arks (Gothic Science Fantasy Metal)

Original music inspired by the Torn Void, an original gothic science fantasy universe of dying stars, ancient relics, haunted technology, broken gods, and civilisations shaped by metaphysical war. Lyrics by Musicis Fabulis. Music and vocals produced using digital composition tools. See my Torn Void playlist for more songs from this universe. A Blood Ark is not merely a ship. It is a living cathedral of hunger, lineage, and command, carrying sleeping nobles in sarcophagus thrones while blood engines pulse through its gothic hull. Thralls are fused into its machinery, memory runs through its veins, and every crimson-lit chamber preserves the Hegemony’s dream of immortal dominion. (Verse 1) It drifts through fractured starways like a chapel forged for night, A Blood Ark bears the Hegemony in hunger-robed delight. Its living hull remembers every covenant and vein, And drinks the dark in silence like an empire learning reign. (Verse 2) Within its crimson chambers ancient nobles lie in sleep, In sarcophagus thrones where blood and memory settle deep. Around their sealed still splendour the bound thrall-circuits groan, For flesh is fused to engine where the House becomes the throne. (Chorus) The Blood Ark moves in majesty through silence cold and red, With blood engines that murmur through the half-forgotten dead. It carries sleeping lineage where lesser lives are spent, A palace made of appetite, command, and nourishment. (Verse 3) Its feeders hum like organs in a cathedral built to feed, While thralls are stitched to conduits for the ancient Houses’ need. Its corridors are arteries where sealed commands remain, And every pump of crimson keeps the court alive again. (Verse 4) When raiding lights awaken and the noble eyes unseal, The Ark releases hunger with a ceremonial steel. Boarding hymns and velvet orders bloom beneath the crimson dome, Then captives fill the harvest holds that keep the vessel home. (Chorus) The Blood Ark moves in majesty through silence cold and red, With blood engines that murmur through the half-forgotten dead. It carries sleeping lineage where lesser lives are spent, A palace made of appetite, command, and nourishment. (Bridge) No sailor calls it merely ship, for ship is far too small, It is a House in slumber with a feeding heart through all. Its nobles dream of endless years while lesser bodies drain, And every thrall-made mechanism turns their dream to reign. (Outro) So still the Blood Ark crosses where the wounded star-lanes part, A coffin fleet cathedral with a cold immortal heart. It sails on blood and memory through the everlasting dark, And leaves a red inheritance wherever falls the Ark. #scifimusic #scifi #metal #thrash #tornvoid #gothic