[Intro] [Delicate clinking of crystal glasses, panning stereo effect] [Mourning cello begins a slow, tragic waltz] [Distant, muffled explosion] [Verse 1] [Delicate piano arpeggios enter] The vintage is decanting as the atmosphere ignites A spectacular conclusion to a billion little lives We stand behind the viewport in our finest evening wear And watch the conflagration swallow up the breathing air The sommelier is pouring out a crimson from the south While clouds of heavy cinder choke the river at the mouth We do not offer rescue, we do not offer aid We merely are the audience to how the dust is made [Pre-Chorus] [Operatic female choir harmonizes, building the tragedy] A sip of perfect sweetness, a visual of pain We watch the total ruin of the planetary grain [Chorus] [Harp glissando, full sweeping violins, powerful operatic vocal] Oh, vintage and ash! The elegance of doom! We toast to the destruction from the safety of the room! The continents are shattering beneath a sea of fire! We watch the holy tragedy from infinitely higher! (Drink it down) The galaxy is dying. (Drink it down) There is no use in crying. The sorrow of the universe is bottled in the glass! We raise it to the window as the burning shadows pass! [Verse 2] [Cello returns, deep and sorrowful, distant rumbling percussion] The continent of ice begins to liquefy and boil The absolute surrender of the deeply rooted soil We compliment the shading of the catastrophic red And share a pleasant pastry while the world below bleeds dead The crystal is impeccable, the chandelier is bright A beacon of indifference floating in the starry night We pity the unfortunates who had to stay behind And close the heavy curtains when the glare begins to blind [Pre-Chorus] [Operatic female choir harmonizes, building the tragedy] A sip of perfect sweetness, a visual of pain We watch the total ruin of the planetary grain [Chorus] [Harp glissando, full sweeping violins, powerful operatic vocal] Oh, vintage and ash! The elegance of doom! We toast to the destruction from the safety of the room! The continents are shattering beneath a sea of fire! We watch the holy tragedy from infinitely higher! (Drink it down) The galaxy is dying. (Drink it down) There is no use in crying. The sorrow of the universe is bottled in the glass! We raise it to the window as the burning shadows pass! [Outro] [Music strips down to just the piano and the sound of distant fire] Another glass, perhaps? The view is exquisite. [A single piano note sustains and fades into a deep rumble]
