[ Distorted Ambience ,A deep electric hum, almost a mechanical breath. A processed, cold whispered voice overlaps the sound.] Voice: Do you feel... the vacuum? It's already here. [Opening Riff - Sharp, staccato, rhythmic guitar, like a digital alarm signal. Drums enter with a nervous hi-hat pattern and a dry snare.] [Verse 1 - Vocal: Raw, whispered but charged with threat, close to the mic] I don't do pretty, I don't do clean. I don't deal in saving, I deal in Peace. Your fear is a scent, I track it faster than a blink. You blink once and I take what's sacred. No prayers here. Just pressure. And damage. [Pre-Chorus - The music builds, the bass becomes a hammer] Hear the snare like a saw... One breath. Then you're gone. And the room... goes wrong. (Chorus - Explosion. Wall of distorted guitars. Vocal: Powerful, clear shout, but icy) YOU DON'T KNOW WHO WATCHES OVER ME! AND WITH WHAT SWORDS OF LIGHT I TEAR YOU APART! WHEN I APPROACH, THE COSMIC VACUUM SUCKS YOU IN! IT REDUCES YOU TO LIGHT DUST! NO SERVICE! NO PRAYERS! JUST PRESENCE! AND WEAPONS OF LIGHT! [Verse 2 - Heavier, grooving music, like a pursuit] You look in the mirror, your copy trembles. A shadow in my shadow? A system error. I don't hunt evil, I feel its scratch In the draft that shifts reality. I am the caliber that measures your void. The last impulse before the white silence. [Pre-Chorus - More intense, with a rolling drum fill] Hear the snare like a SA-AW! ONE BREATH! THEN YOU'RE GONE! AND THE ROOM... SHATTERS! [Chorus - Even more massive, with vocal harmonies layered on "swords" and "light"] YOU DON'T KNOW WHO WATCHES OVER ME! AND WITH WHAT SWORDS OF LIGHT I TEAR YOU APART! WHEN I APPROACH, THE COSMIC VACUUM SUCKS YOU IN! IT REDUCES YOU TO LIGHT DUST! NO SERVICE! NO PRAYERS! JUST PRESENCE! AND WEAPONS... WEAPONS OF LIGHT! [Bridge - Breakdown. Tempo slows to a devastating half-time. Guitar is a syncopated, guttural riff. Vocal: Angry, ferocious spoken word] Want to pray? Pray that I pass you by. Want to fight? You fight an echo. I am the last frequency you will hear. The final cleaning. The reset. I am the silence that comes after your name. [Solo - Chaotic, dissonant guitar, like a system short-circuiting. It's not melodic; it's an explosion of feedback and noise walls, leading into...] [Final Chorus - Original tempo restored, but with a desperate, obsessive energy. Voices multiply, becoming a chorus of accusations] YOU DON'T KNOW WHO WATCHES OVER ME! AND WITH WHAT SWORDS OF LIGHT I DISINTEGRATE YOU! WHEN I APPROACH, THE COSMIC VACUUM SUCKS YOU IN! IT REDUCES YOU TO LIGHT DUST! NO SERVICE! NO PRAYERS! JUST PRESENCE! AND WEAPONS OF LIGHT! WEAPONS OF LIGHT! LIGHT DUST! [Outro - The music dissolves abruptly into an electronic drone. The last thing heard is the voice, calm and flat, as at the beginning) Voice: The room is clean.A final click, then total silence.]
