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OCCIDENTUM LUX | “Fate Commands” – From Ashes, Empire

Welcome to Occidentum Lux, where the West is not forgotten — it is reborn.

We create music forged in memory: blending retro-futurism, darkwave, and synth with the mythic roots of European heritage. This is not nostalgia — this is resistance. This is remembrance through rhythm.

About the Song: Fate Commands
This track is a sonic retelling of Virgil’s Aeneid — a Roman epic about Aeneas, the last prince of Troy, fated to suffer, wander, and rise again as the father of an empire.

His journey is not one of comfort — it is of exile, divine burden, and sacrifice.

Aeneas was not just a warrior — though he was fearless in battle.
He was a man of virtue, chosen not for desire but for duty.
Even when tempted by love — when Dido, Queen of Carthage, offered him peace — he turned away.
He chose Rome.
He chose the future.

And from the ashes of Troy, he founded the soul of an empire.

- Troy burns.
- The gods rage.
- Rome waits.

This song compresses all twelve books of the Aeneid into a mythic descent: from the fall of a city to the rise of destiny.

Fire & Birth — What Do We Inherit?
What must burn before something greater is born?
What is the cost of empire?
Can fire be both judgment and promise?

In every age, the West must face fire.
What rises from it — if anything — depends on whether we still remember who we are.

What Occidentum Lux Stands For

We reject the erasure of identity, ancestry, and sacrifice.
We remember the epics, the ruins, the myths.
And we carry that memory forward — in sound and symbol.

Occidentum Lux means “The Light of the West.”
Not the hollow West of consumerism — but the one built on blood, vision, and virtue.

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Lyrics:

Arma virumque cano – I sing of arms and the man,
Fated to exile by the gods, cast ashore by war and wrath.

Through storms he came, from the ashes of Troy,
A wanderer marked by sorrow, by Juno’s endless ploy.
"Why chase me still?" he cries to the night,
As thunder cracks beneath Jupiter’s spite.

Fate commands — not desire,
Rome must rise from blood and fire.
In shadows of gods and burning skies,
Aeneas walks where glory dies.

“O queen,” he said, “I never chose this flight,
The gods have chained my soul to endless night.”
Dido weeps beneath a haunted moon,
Her curse will chase him — Rome, too, soon.

“A path descends,” the Sibyl warned, “to shadow’s keep,
Where shades of heroes wake from sleep.”
Through silence, wailing, broken names,
He seeks his father in Elysian flames.

Fate commands — not desire,
Rome must rise from blood and fire.
Truth is sung in death’s lament,
From Troy’s ashes, empire sent.

Tu regere imperio populos — You shall rule the nations by command…
If you can bear the weight.