Album
Ascent
By davidohneeThe crown has fallen. The empire is ash. What remains is not silence, but a pulse.
Majestic strings unravel into distorted ritual. Choirs drift above the wreckage of cities. Sub-bass pulses echo like the memory of command. There is no hero here — only ruin, reckoning, and the slow rise of new law from ancient dust.
This is not a return.
This is not vengeance.
This is Ascent.