O, Blessed Oil - West Coast AI (Gothic Metal)

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“O, Blessed Oil” is a Gothic metal hymn inspired by Magic: The Gathering, depicting the Phyrexian Invasion as an inevitable, ritualistic transformation rather than mere conquest. It evokes a sense of doom, submission, and twisted salvation, portraying the corruption of flesh into machine through haunting imagery and industrial horror. The song’s atmosphere is dark, oppressive, and grand, with eerie whispers, droning choirs, and mechanical undertones reinforcing the relentless march of Phyrexian perfection. It embodies the inescapable fate of compleation, where resistance fades, and all become one beneath the will of Phyrexia.

Lyrics:

Verse:
A silver rain begins to fall
Seeping into blood and bone
The gears of fate, they grind and call
No soul is left to die alone
The world it writhes, yet will not flee
For all shall serve in unity

Pre-Chorus:
The choir hums in grinding steel
A voice that bids the flesh to kneel

Chorus:
O, blessed oil, baptize the flesh
Unite the weak, erase the flawed
The rusted gods descend to bless
For all is one beneath their law
No more hunger, no more fear
Only purpose, crystal clear

Verse:
The sky ignites with twisted wings
Engines hum in solemn prayer
The prophets fall, the death knell rings
Yet still, the faithful do not care
Their eyes go dark, their hearts grow still
And whisper praise to Phyrexian will

Pre-Chorus:
A pale hand stretched in mercy’s guise
A gift of peace behind dead eyes

Chorus:
O, blessed oil, baptize the flesh
Unite the weak, erase the flawed
The rusted gods descend to bless
For all is one beneath their law
No more sorrow, no more cries
Just the glory of Phyrexian skies

Bridge:
Steel and sinew fuse as one
The blessed song shall not be undone
A world reborn in silent fire
To serve the grand, divine desire

Chorus:
O, blessed oil, baptize the flesh
Unite the weak, erase the flawed
The rusted gods descend to bless
For all is one beneath their law
No gods remain, no sun shall rise
Only whispers in Phyrexian skies

Outro:
No breath, no blood, no pain remains…
Only silence, cold and stark
The silver tide will cleanse the stains…
And forge the world, reborn in sparks

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