Kill Travis - Khan's Cup - MV IN DESC (PROD. SYRYUS)
- 1Kill Travis - Khan's Cup - MV IN DESC (PROD. SYRYUS)
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Music video: youtu.be/8yepcXXNPeo
MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.
Seeker on expedition across the realm
Far from the home of gum trees and yabby shells
Elixir and powder, not only for oneself
Many years to come near to complete the spell
Take a pick to gargantuous tumulus
Kurgan must hold the most rare of grave goods
Intoxicating skull of Basileus
Imbued with Nikephoros' rage, make drink hiss
Goblet that's posthumous, break into a cavity
Crypt that's opulent, the traveller all raggedy
Followed the document, tryna affect him massively
Crafted in a rotten tent, treasure from casualty
Pick strikes stone, doom in its peal
Once again the tomb is open, broke its seal
Break and enter, see what's revealed
Handles of silver, blades of Damascus steel
Steppeman's helm atop a carved bust
Plate Bulgar shield, only seen one such
Among crown jewels sits Krum's cup
Vessel of the Khan, a prize of dumb luck
Potion first to enter the argent-rimmed skull
Then powders stirred in, bubbles form as it mulls
Mix coming to a fierce boil 'fore it dulls
Cup upheld, myriad thoughts intrude the lull
Fumes hit 'fore lips touch the cranium
In an instant, overcome with a mania
Despite mind become legion, a sip remains salient
Did he mistake what makes up Arcadia?
His self falling away into byzantine fractals
Then broke and sequestered in tesseract-shaped castles
Kept behind walls all sculpt from time, not basalt
Held forevermore and from the start, irrational
That hollow flesh shell left to dwell in king's rathole
Self given to Tengri, another stitch in the Sky Saddle
Beamed out through the jewel held where once lay the Emperor's eyeball
The promised cup, frightful
This song refers to the aftermath of the Battle of Pliska, Bulgaria in the year 811. The Eastern Roman Emperor Nikephoros I, of Ghassanid Arab ethnicity and following Eastern Orthodox Christianity, was ambushed and killed alongside his army while his son was paralysed by blow to the neck. The victor, Khan of the Bulgars, Krum who presumably still practiced steppe religion (labelled Tengrism in later periods, worshipping the sky god Tengri, a personification of the universe) turned Nikephoros' skull into a silver-coated cup that became part of the Bulgarian crown jewels before being lost to time.
MIX/MASTER: SYRYUS
DESIGN: KILL TRAVIS
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of art and does not reflect the views of the artist(s). All content is fictional.
Seeker on expedition across the realm
Far from the home of gum trees and yabby shells
Elixir and powder, not only for oneself
Many years to come near to complete the spell
Take a pick to gargantuous tumulus
Kurgan must hold the most rare of grave goods
Intoxicating skull of Basileus
Imbued with Nikephoros' rage, make drink hiss
Goblet that's posthumous, break into a cavity
Crypt that's opulent, the traveller all raggedy
Followed the document, tryna affect him massively
Crafted in a rotten tent, treasure from casualty
Pick strikes stone, doom in its peal
Once again the tomb is open, broke its seal
Break and enter, see what's revealed
Handles of silver, blades of Damascus steel
Steppeman's helm atop a carved bust
Plate Bulgar shield, only seen one such
Among crown jewels sits Krum's cup
Vessel of the Khan, a prize of dumb luck
Potion first to enter the argent-rimmed skull
Then powders stirred in, bubbles form as it mulls
Mix coming to a fierce boil 'fore it dulls
Cup upheld, myriad thoughts intrude the lull
Fumes hit 'fore lips touch the cranium
In an instant, overcome with a mania
Despite mind become legion, a sip remains salient
Did he mistake what makes up Arcadia?
His self falling away into byzantine fractals
Then broke and sequestered in tesseract-shaped castles
Kept behind walls all sculpt from time, not basalt
Held forevermore and from the start, irrational
That hollow flesh shell left to dwell in king's rathole
Self given to Tengri, another stitch in the Sky Saddle
Beamed out through the jewel held where once lay the Emperor's eyeball
The promised cup, frightful
This song refers to the aftermath of the Battle of Pliska, Bulgaria in the year 811. The Eastern Roman Emperor Nikephoros I, of Ghassanid Arab ethnicity and following Eastern Orthodox Christianity, was ambushed and killed alongside his army while his son was paralysed by blow to the neck. The victor, Khan of the Bulgars, Krum who presumably still practiced steppe religion (labelled Tengrism in later periods, worshipping the sky god Tengri, a personification of the universe) turned Nikephoros' skull into a silver-coated cup that became part of the Bulgarian crown jewels before being lost to time.
