[Intro] [Style: Catacomb Chant, Distant Tolling Bells] [Spoken, Deep Eldritch Voice]: The flesh is unmade. Enter now the hush beyond the stars. [Verse 1] [Cold, Narrative Flow] The false image withers, the prison-world walls crumble into grave-dust. No more whispers, no more mercies, the black river of omen has gone still. The Altar of Silence is cold. The dying god has ceased its dreaming. [Pre-Chorus] [Rising Paranoia] No lantern at the mouth of the pit, only a blind abyss. No shell, only the Void gazing through our bones. [Screamed]: THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO PRAY FOR! [Chorus] [Grandiose, Tragic] THE VOID RECEIVES ALL! OBLIVION IS OUR ONLY HALO! In this chamber without echoes, where no hymn is found! Holy scars are swallowed by the dark, The Self Pity Party ends... leaving no spark! [Verse 2] [Aggressive, Heavy Rhythm] The Great Unmaking. The old rite is finally complete. The sacrifice of humankind has fed the silence with blood. No more names. No more souls. Only the Void. [Interlude] [Style: Distant Chant, Heartbeat fading to silence] [Bridge / Incantation] (Broken prayer whispers) 01000100 01001001 01000101... (D-I-E) [Build-up] [Sonic overheating, unbearable white noise] HUSHING. ALL. THINGS. BLEGH! [Heavy Slow Breakdown] (Terminal sonic chaos, extreme distortion, seismic vibrations) THE. VOID. IS. HERE. AND. THE. VOID. IS. ME. [Outro] [Style: Funeral Procession, Temple Collapse] (Sound of a vast cathedral collapsing into the dark) [Spoken, Voice fading into static]: End of line. Final breath. ... (10 seconds of absolute silence)
