The Seal of the seventy-two || MME

Lyrics by Subhajit © MME 2026

From Zion's height, a shadow falls,
Where cedar wood meets marble halls.
Not the temple, bright with holy fire,
But the crypt where Sephirot transpire.
King of bloodline, Solomon he stood,
Bearing a name misunderstood.
He held the Key, a serpent made of brass,
A mirror where the righteous fail to pass.
His wisdom, a curse, a frozen, awful sight,
He yearned to command the Eternal Night.
Above his head, no halo shone,
Just a crown of winter-kissed stone.

The air is thin, a blade of frozen dread,
The stars above, they weep for what he's bled.
In the dust, the pentacle is drawn,
A perfect circle before the icy dawn.
The Shemhamphorasch twisted, word by word,
A blasphemy the unseen realm has heard.
He chants the names, a voice of frost and steel,
Commanding forces that no mortal can feel.
Paimon, Bael, Agares, a spectral host,
Seventy-two shadows, forever lost.
They rise from tombs where silence sleeps,
An army summoned from Qliphothic deeps.

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