[Intro:] **[Single sub-bass drone—lonely, empty, cold. Distant metallic scraping suggests institutional walls, abandonment. Long silences between elements reflect emotional isolation. The sound of a soul already learning to close itself off. Black ice atmosphere of a loveless childhood:]** [Verse 1:] **[Sub-bass intensifies as power awakens. Industrial textures suggest control, manipulation. Breath percussion becomes more controlled, deliberate. Still cold, but now with purpose. Tension through newfound agency:]** A pale cloud drifts Through city air Hades, the swarm With death’s dark care Nano-tentacles A silent creep Reprogramming life A fatal sweep [Chorus 1:] **[Density increases—multiple sub-bass layers create interference, dissonance. Metallic textures represent ambition, the hunger for knowledge & power. Still restrained, but darker. The descent accelerates:]** Air vents whisper, a deadly sigh Mega-city streets, a dying lie Outdated implants, a fatal flaw Catastrophic failure, a body left raw [Verse 2:] **[Extreme reduction to almost nothing. The silence is heavy, unbearable. A single sub-bass drone. One distant metallic tone that hangs like guilt:]** Cybernetic corpses A growing toll Hades’ touch A soul’s dark role A cure is offered At a steep price Mandatory upgrades A vicious device [Bridge:] **[Layered dissonant drones—each frequency represents a piece of fractured soul. Seven layers building slowly, each more distorted than the last. Breath sounds become inhuman, processed beyond recognition. Low-frequency rumble suggests something monstrous taking shape:]** The corporation’s profit A ghoulish grin As Hades spreads And the weak fall in Pale horse rides With death’s dark tide Hades, the plague Where none can hide [Solo Section - Becoming the ultimate being:] **[Pure sound design horror. Processed industrial textures—metal, processed breath, mechanical inhumanity. Sub-bass creates physical dread. This isn’t a person—it’s a force, an entity:]** [Final Chorus:] **[All elements return, heaviest & most oppressive. Multiple sub-bass drones create crushing pressure. Metallic textures more aggressive but still controlled. This is power at its peak:]** A synthetic fate, a bio-programmed doom Hades’ shadow, a city’s tomb The final seal, a deadly claim Hades’ whisper, a haunting refrain **(Repeat with degrading vocal quality, as if life itself is failing)** [Outro:] **[Elements don’t fade—they disintegrate. Each layer stops abruptly, leaving longer silences. Sub-bass drones cut out, leaving void. Final drone holds then cuts to absolute silence. The world too fractured to exist. Death is complete:]**