7️⃣ **SYNTHESIS** ∞ (The eternal return)

[Genre: Epic Prog-Metal Opera, Full Orchestra, Choir, Complex] [Style: Récapitulatif, climatique, avec des motifs de tous les chants précédents] [Tempo: Varié : lent (intro), modéré (couplets), rapide (refrain), lent (fin)] [Voice 1: Male harsh/growl (rappel de Primordia/Imperia)] [Voice 2: Female operatic/clean (rappel d'Eden/Spes)] [Voice 3: Spoken grave (rappel Ouverture)] [Voice 4: Choir massif (toutes les époques)] [musical Instruments: Orchestre symphonique complet, guitares metal, chœurs, orgue, tous les motifs instrumentaux des chants précédents réapparaissent] [Effects: Rappels sonores : battement de cœur, tambours tribaux, bruits d'usine, drones, nature, etc.] [Dynamics: Très contrasté, crescendo final immense puis coupure] [Duration: 7:00 - 7:30 (long)] [Intro – Reminder of the musical motifs from the previous 7 songs, interwoven: 1 Absolute silence (5 sec), then a heartbeat (10 sec). A single piano note, repeated, hesitant.; 2 Sounds of nature: forest, insects, then distant tribal percussion, drums, wind; 3 Birdsong, stream, then Native American flute; 4 Machine noises, factory whistles, then distorted guitar, industrial sounds created by synthesizer, guitar; 5 Computer sounds, Surveillance noises, drones, then industrial beat, oppressive electronic sounds; 6 A single violin note, then orchestral light, then nature (birds, stream) and violin; 7 Orchestra, fragments] [Verse 1 – Alternance des voix** (chaque époque en 2 vers) Alternance d'instruments] We came from mud (Primordia) We lived in grace (Eden) We built empires (Imperia) We ran the race (Machina) We fell to hate (Technotyrannis) We dreamed of light (Spes) And now we stand at the edge of night. [Chorus – Tout le monde, immense, Toutes les voix ensemble, polyphonie Full orchestre, chœur] What will we choose? The same old road? Or a new way, a heavier load of love? The story is not yet told— The last verse is ours to hold. [Bridge – Spoken, voix grave, le choix, Accalmie, cordes] We are the first species to know we can end ourselves. We are the first species to know we can save ourselves. [Final – Crescendo, puis coupure nette, Montée en puissance, rappel de tous les refrains Tout, climax] [Silence] We came from mud (Primordia) We lived in grace (Eden) We built empires (Imperia) We ran the race (Machina) We fell to hate (Technotyrannis) We dreamed of light (Spes) And now we stand at the edge of night. [Final: coupure nette, Silence$ "The last verse is ours to hold" [Fermeture : Battement de cœur, puis silence Chœur, silence] What will we choose? The same old road? Or a new way, a heavier load of love? The story is not yet told— The last verse is ours to hold. [End]