SURVIVORIAMeresankh Metal/Hardcore

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"Meresankh" gives the final album a strange rebirth of the central figure. After collapse, the song returns to sun, earth, breath, and a body that feels whole, as if Meresankh has been reset to a golden hour before scar, question, and system. The tenderness is unsettling because it may be healing, revision, or another rewrite. In Dot's story, Meresankh is both origin and prison, so seeing her peaceful again does not erase what had to be broken to reach this moment. Music, arrangements and lyrics: Andre Willowisp. Vocals: Eira Nova. Artwork: SURVIVORIA.

Release: [DOT.REDACTED] (2025-09-29) Track 8 | ISRC AEA2L2502177 | UPC 5063826131155

My story starts not with a sound, but with the sun's first ray, That paints the dunes and chases all the unseen shades away. No phantom ache, no ghostly chill, no question in my soul, Just this new body, breathing deep, that feels entirely whole. My first touch is the sun-warmed earth beneath my naked feet, My first taste is the air itself, impossibly sweet. There is no "why" or "where" or "who" to trouble my design, There is just this, this golden hour, and this body that is mine. I am the first, the primal dawn, the quiet after rain, A vessel for the morning's breath, devoid of scar or stain. I see my likeness in the pool, a face serene and clear, And in her eyes, there is no sign of doubt, or loss, or fear. With every soft and silent step, with every gentle sigh, I feel a brand new history unfold beneath this sky. My name is whispered on the wind, a half-remembered tune, A lotus waiting for the sun, beneath a waking moon. A mountain built of gold and light is waiting on the sand, It doesn't feel of endings, but a promise close at hand. I walk toward its silent grace, a current pulls me on, To the new life that's waiting at the apex of the dawn. And from its base, a flash of white, a laugh like silver chimes, A little girl who runs as if she's run a thousand times Right to my arms. Her eyes meet mine, and in their depths I see... A perfect, simple truth that has been waiting there for me. I am the first, the primal dawn, a soul within the light! A vessel for the morning, born from the end of night! They'll carve my likeness on the stone, a mother, standing tall, To answer to her daughter's bright and incandescent call! With every beat of my new heart, with every loving breath, I build a world of living gold upon the dust of death! My name is living on her lips, a prayer that sets me free! My purpose is the love that looks right back at me! Meresankh... Meresankh... Meresankh... Meresankh... x