([Intro – Droning ambient wind, distant ritual drums, monk chants begin low and rise) Chant (Latin-inspired, guttural male chorus, echoing in a cryptic rhythm): “Ora… selen… mortis… veritas…” “Ora… selen… mortis… veritas…” Whispers rise beneath: “It was never meant to be heard…” (Verse 1 – Spoken, over deep pads and soft strings) Spoken (dry voice): Beneath the stone, we found the hymn A prayer too old for tongue or limb The scribes went blind, the bells turned black Still, we read… and never looked back (Verse 2 – Screamed, slow and crawling with weight) Screamed vocals: The ink was blood, the altar cracked We chanted on, no turning back The light recoiled, the walls did breathe The prayer was truth — and we believed (Chorus – Clean vocals + chanting beneath) Clean vocals (haunting, minor key): And now it echoes under skin The voice that crawls and pulls within We called for hope, but something worse Now walks the world inside our verse Chant beneath (rhythmic, synchronized): “Veritas… Selen… Nostra culpa…” (Verse 3 – Whispered + Screamed mix Whispered:) The scroll is gone But not the sound We hear it now Beneath the ground Screamed (breaks in violently): You call it cursed — but we were first To name the dark, to speak the verse The holy robed, the faithful fell And every word… became a spell ([Bridge – Choir crescendo + blast of guitars and drums) Chant rises louder, layered with harmonics: “Ora… ora… mortis veritas…” (Spoken (deep, possessed): We never prayed for mercy. Only power. (Final Chorus – Full instrumentation, soaring vocals and heavy rhythm) Clean vocals (resigned, grand): We sang the prayer that should not be It opened doors no soul should see The echoes feed, the silence speaks What we became… we cannot seek (Chant fading beneath:) “Ora… ora… veritas…” [Outro – All fades to silence except one final whisper:] “And still they sing…”
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