[Intro] (Left Channel: *Breath*) (Right Channel: *Hark*) (Center: *Alas, alas...*) "Lo, the sky doth curdle into gall. The shadows wax long, the light doth fail." [Verse 1] "Black-winged ravens sit in council on the thatch, Waiting for the latch to break and gates to fly. The kine low in terror as the milk turns sour, For the fated hour is drawing ever nigh. Fie upon the marrow! Fie upon the bone! The seeds of ancient sorrow in the fallow fields are sown." [Verse 2] "The welkin bleeds a hue of bruised and sickly gold, As the tales of old start breathing in the mist. No smithy fire can warm the hearth or forge a blade, Against the ghostly shade that fate hath coldly kissed. A murrain on the cattle, a canker in the wheat, The drums of phantom battle thrum beneath our very feet." [Verse 3] "The dial’s shadow creepeth backward on the stone, A hollow, wretched moan escapes the village well. The salt hath lost its savor and the bread its life, While the edge of whetted strife begins to toll the bell. Woe betide the dreamer, woe betide the wake, For every false redeemer shall be drowned within the lake." [Pre-Chorus] (Panned Staccato) "The clouds do lower. The stars do cower. The dark is come. The heart is numb." [Chorus] "O, the doom is near. O, the gloom is here. The omens rise. The spirit dies. Watch the sky. Say goodbye." [Solo 1] *(Instrumental space: S950 grit and minor-key brass stabs)* [Chorus] "O, the doom is near. O, the gloom is here. The omens rise. The spirit dies. Watch the sky. Say goodbye." [Bridge] "Night is falling. Death is calling. None shall flee. So mote it be." --- [Solo 2] *(Instrumental space: Dissonant Rhodes and children’s choir vocal artifacts)* [Chorus] "O, the doom is near. O, the gloom is here. The omens rise. The spirit dies. Watch the sky. Say goodbye." [Outro] (Left: *Verily*) (Right: *Verily*) (Center: *Gone*) "The taper flickers out. The salt is cast. The first is now the least. The last is... (S950 bit-crush silence)" [Fade out]
