Track 3: The Gift

Abyssian’s arrival resounds like the death of creation itself, The music opens with a colossal cathedral choir — thousands of voices in impossible harmony, rumbling beneath mountains of sub-bass, Each note feels ancient, heavy with godlike wrath and reverence, Metallic chants weave with demonic throat singing, echoing across endless cosmic ruins, The atmosphere is oppressive, divine, and unrelenting — a hymn of submission and terror as the void’s true monarch descends to claim dominion over existence

[Child-Like Innocence]
Hannah it’s happening again.
I hear it... that sound... the knocking inside the walls...
It starts soft, like a heartbeat, like it’s breathing.
But now it’s louder — closer — like it’s coming for me.
You can’t hear it, can you?
You can’t hear it, can you?
Please... tell me you hear it... please...

[Dubstep Drop]

[Verse 1 – Monolithic Menacing low rumbling Male Vocals, dark and melodic, dark dubstep pulse, commanding and cold]
I am the nightmare, the shadow in your mind,
The bass that haunts you, the fear you can’t define.
The gift I bring will open your mind,
A whisper of ruin, divinely designed.
SUBMIT, TO ME, become my conduit,
Feel the rhythm — your soul will split.
Through you, I’ll spread, a symphony of dread,
Together we’ll rise, in this Gift of the dead.

[Bridge II – Female Child, frightened, crying, voice trembling, overwhelmed by the sound]
“No... stop... please... it hurts so bad... it’s so loud... make it stop... please...”

[Bridge I – male narrated Whispered, Mocking and Menacing]
Do you hear that sound, little spark in the dark?
It’s your heartbeat, trembling, leaving its mark.
Your cries are hymns, your fear my art,
Each breath you take rips you apart.
Hush now... little voice, don’t fear the pain,
It’s only your thoughts being washed away.
Each tear you shed feeds the design,
Your fear is beauty, your terror divine.

[Bridge V – Female Child, breaking, voice trembling between defiance and surrender]
“No... I won’t... I can’t... I don’t want this!
Please... I just want it to stop...
Why me? Why won’t you leave me alone?
You’re not real... you’re not real...
You’re not real... you’re not real...

[Bridge IV – Male Vocals, melodic and vile, slow tempo, seductive and cold]
Take my hand, embrace the decay,
Your soul is mine, there’s no other way.
Hush now, little one, don’t be afraid,
In my darkness, a goddess is made.

[Child-Like Innocence, twisted with glee]
Yes… I feel it now… your voice inside my chest.
The fear is gone… the dark feels best.
I take your hand… I give what’s mine…
My heart, my breath… my soul to thine.
No more light… no more plea…
I am yours… completely

[Majestic Male Choir Ending]
Hail Abyssaluna, Daughter Of Darkness
Hail Abyssaluna, Vessel of Chaos
Hail Abyssaluna, Harbinger of Pain
Long Be your reign, dark be the coming days!

[Female Child-Like Innocence laughing]
(Hahahaha ha ha ha ha)

[End]

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[Description – Male Narrated dark horror, whispered narration] In the dead of night, Lilliana begins to hear the pulse — a rhythm that doesn’t belong to this world. Her sister stirs nearby but cannot hear it. The sound grows louder, crawling through the walls, seeping into her thoughts. Fear turns to pleading, pleading turns to hysteria, until the voice answers. Abyssian has found her, drawn to the purity of her fear. Her cries echo through the dark as he reaches through reality to claim her soul, transforming innocence into corruption. [Child-Like Innocence] Hannah it’s happening again. I hear it... that sound... the knocking inside the walls... It starts soft, like a heartbeat, like it’s breathing. But now it’s louder — closer — like it’s coming for me. You can’t hear it, can you? You can’t hear it, can you? Please... tell me you hear it... please... [Dubstep Drop] [Verse 1 – Monolithic Menacing low rumbling Male Vocals, dark and melodic, dark dubstep pulse, commanding and cold] I am the nightmare, the shadow in your mind, The bass that haunts you, the fear you can’t define. The gift I bring will open your mind, A whisper of ruin, divinely designed. SUBMIT, TO ME, become my conduit, Feel the rhythm — your soul will split. Through you, I’ll spread, a symphony of dread, Together we’ll rise, in this Gift of the dead. [Bridge II – Female Child, frightened, crying, voice trembling, overwhelmed by the sound] “No... stop... please... it hurts so bad... it’s so loud... make it stop... please...” [Bridge I – male narrated Whispered, Mocking and Menacing] Do you hear that sound, little spark in the dark? It’s your heartbeat, trembling, leaving its mark. Your cries are hymns, your fear my art, Each breath you take rips you apart. Hush now... little voice, don’t fear the pain, It’s only your thoughts being washed away. Each tear you shed feeds the design, Your fear is beauty, your terror divine. [Bridge V – Female Child, breaking, voice trembling between defiance and surrender] “No... I won’t... I can’t... I don’t want this! Please... I just want it to stop... Why me? Why won’t you leave me alone? You’re not real... you’re not real... You’re not real... you’re not real... [Bridge IV – Male Vocals, melodic and vile, slow tempo, seductive and cold] Take my hand, embrace the decay, Your soul is mine, there’s no other way. Hush now, little one, don’t be afraid, In my darkness, a goddess is made. [Child-Like Innocence, twisted with glee] Yes… I feel it now… your voice inside my chest. The fear is gone… the dark feels best. I take your hand… I give what’s mine… My heart, my breath… my soul to thine. No more light… no more plea… I am yours… completely [Majestic Male Choir Ending] Hail Abyssaluna, Daughter Of Darkness Hail Abyssaluna, Vessel of Chaos Hail Abyssaluna, Harbinger of Pain Long Be your reign, dark be the coming days! [Majestic Male Choir Ending] Hail Abyssaluna, Daughter Of Darkness Hail Abyssaluna, Vessel of Chaos Hail Abyssaluna, Harbinger of Pain Long Be your reign, dark be the coming days! [Female Child-Like Innocence laughing] (Hahahaha ha ha ha ha) [End]

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