[Verse 1] [Valka] (Unhinged, feral spoken-word poetry, terrifying theatrical gutturals) Dripping poison from the roof of the mouth A compass spinning blind, no north or south You built your temple on a bed of rotting bone Now watch us tear it down, brick by jagged stone. [Verse 2] [Kora] (High-octane street-fight grit, rapid-fire dual delivery, aggressive punk-metal energy) Scorched earth, no quarter, we came to sever ties A boot upon your neck while the hollow empire dies! Spit out the ash, let the venom flood the street There’s nothing left to save when the predators meet! [Chorus 1] [Valka & Kora & Nyx & Thalia] (Explosive wall-of-sound collision: gutturals, barks, cleans, and deep-chest growls crashing together) WELCOME TO GOD MODE! No rules, no limits, just a heavy metal code! We are the storm rising up from the dark Leaving our scars on a hollowed-out ark! GOD MODE! [Verse 3] [Nyx] (Gothic, hypnotic cadence, dark atmospheric tension, sharp melodic grit) We are the phantom pulse rotting in your chest The un-dead memory of your final test No absolution whispered in the dark Just a blade in the ribs and a burning mark. [Verse 4] [Thalia] (Lightning-fast progressive phrasing, razor-sharp rhythmic precision, deep-chest growls) Syncopated butcher's work, cutting through the grain Shattering the matrix, weaponizing pain Precision execution, zero margin left Breathing in the fire of an absolute death! [Pre-Chorus] [Nyx & Thalia] (Gothic, hypnotic clean hooks, witchy soaring melodies, heavy industrial tension) Can you feel the temperature drop? As the dark comes alive and the heartbeats stop... We are the architects of the end of days Burning it all in a godless blaze. [Chorus 2] [Valka & Kora & Nyx & Thalia] (Explosive wall-of-sound collision: gutturals, barks, cleans, and deep-chest growls crashing together) WELCOME TO GOD MODE! No rules, no limits, just a heavy metal code! We are the storm rising up from the dark Leaving our scars on a hollowed-out ark! GOD MODE! [Guitar Breakdown / Heavy Drop] (Crushing down-tuned 8-string chugs, tribal sub-bass pulsing, mechanical alarms wailing) [Outro] [Valka] (Fading from a whisper to a chilling harmonic wail) Let's see what gives birth in the dark... (God mode...)
