[death voice vocals, death vocals, very fast tempo] [epic Babylonian ritual melodic Intro] The Lapis Gate splits open the night, a crown of gold drinks starlight. No longer “man” — the king becomes the city’s pulse. Babylonate… Ascendant. [Verse 1 - guttural growls only, no clean singing, percussive phrasing] Lapis glaze, the guardian beasts— silent ranks, unblinking peace. Ziggurat shadow, climbing high, fire that carves the calendar sky. Clay-tablet law, the letters set— each stroke becomes the nation’s bedrock. He doesn’t “order” — he forges the frame, turning breath into structure, name into name. [Pre-Chorus - guttural growls only, no clean singing, percussive phrasing] Canals as veins, the river as road, prayers up the steps in a burning load— one colossal chest of brick and stone, inhale the stars, exhale the throne! [escalate] [fast tempo Chorus - guttural growls only, no clean singing, percussive phrasing] babylonate Ascendant The night won’t end — the night is robe, the heavens’ motion seals the crown’s command. babylonate Ascendant Gate of cobalt, tower of flame— awe is not kneeling… it’s being swallowed by the grand. [interlude] [Verse 2 - guttural growls only, no clean singing, percussive phrasing] Incense surge, bell-metal ring, drums on stone make kingdoms swing. Market gold, spear-lines tight, all in sync with a single heartbeat. We march not from hunger, not from greed— we march to make the border order indeed. Where sand and wind erase the track, we carve the city’s name into black. [Pre-Chorus 2 - guttural growls only, no clean singing, percussive phrasing] The king’s gaze isn’t blade or fear— it’s magnitude drawing everything near. Small lives fold into a pillar that stands, the sky’s hush becomes law in our hands. [escalate] [fast tempo Chorus - guttural growls only, no clean singing, percussive phrasing] babylonate Ascendant The night won’t end — the night is robe, clay-oaths endure where centuries go. babylonate Ascendant Star-read throne, sovereign sign— the silence of planets becomes our line, glory by scale, by design! [Breakdown] (ultra-heavy call & response) Who painted the gate blue? (WE DID!) Who stacked the tower true? (WE DID!) Who read the stars to rule? (THE KING!) Who became the age itself? Ascendant! [interlude] [guitar solo] [guitar solo] [guitar solo] [guitar solo] [Bridge - guttural growls only, no clean singing, percussive phrasing] When eclipses bite the sky, the city doesn’t sink or die. Dark is not collapse— dark is the empire’s canopy. We till, we march, the temple turns time, the calendar burns in measured rhyme. Kings may fall— but kingship rises… still climbing. [escalate] [fast tempo Chorus - guttural growls only, no clean singing, percussive phrasing] babylonate Ascendant Lapis Gate! Golden crown! Do not fear the night— the night is our festival sound. babylonate Ascendant Tower to heaven, law to earth— even in ruin, the name won’t burn out, it burns deeper than birth. [Outro] (echoing chants → last hit) The gate shuts. The tower stands. The era sings— babylonate… Ascendant.
