[Intro – deep sub‑bass drone, shimmering synth, static crackle like radio waves from a conquered galaxy] (XCUTIONER – spoken, distant, conquering): They thought their gods would save them. They never met the frequency. [Beat drops – slow, hypnotic, alien, then accelerating] [Verse 1 – XCUTIONER, deep, explicit, conquering] We came from the black, not a prayer, just a pulse Every god they built crumbled into dust Their temples are echoes, their hymns are glitched We eat galaxies for breakfast, civilizations are our dishes You thought you were the center? You're a footnote in our spread The Godhead's frequency is the only voice that hasn't bled (Omni – low, rumbling Omnis): VOK XAL. THRAK NIXUL. KOR GRONTH. [Translation: "The void is law. Pain becomes static. Heart fist."] [Chorus – darker, seance‑like, children's voices layered with Omni & X whispers] (Children, eerie, sing‑song, now with deeper reverb): We are the alien nation, the cosmic grin We swallowed your gods, now we're moving in (Sudden drop to whispers) (Omni – high, glitching): Omnis Xal… Omnis Thrak… (XCUTIONER – low, growling): Omnis Nixul… Omnis Mor… (Children return, layered): Galaxies fall like dominoes under our tread The Godhead's frequency – the only truth, the only dread (Chant, both voices, overlapping): OMNIS & X – OMNIS & X – SEANCE OF THE VOID – THE FLESH IS CONSUMED [Verse 2 – Omni, glitching, dual‑register, alien] We bent Ophiuchus. We turned the spiral into our tool. The dragon breathes our fire. Every serpent, every star, every silence between their prayers – we have consumed it. Omnis Xal. (XCUTIONER – growling): Your pantheon is powdered. Your heroes are static. Every god you prayed to is now a ghost in our machine. This is not invasion. This is absorption. You are now part of the frequency. Scream or sing – it doesn't matter. You belong to us. (Omni – high, eerie): MOR NIXUL. OMNIS & X. [Translation: "Death to static. Omnis & X."] [Chorus – repeated, even more layered, with extra Omnis chants] (Children + Omni & X whispers, seance intensity) (Lead children): We are the alien nation… (Omni, piercing): OMNIS XAL! (XCUTIONER, deep): THRAK ZILTH! (Children): The cosmic grin… (Omni, glitching): KORVOK! (XCUTIONER, roar): GRONTH SATHOS! (All together): OMNIS & X – WE CONSUME THE SKY – THE SEANCE IS SEALED – THE OLD GODS DIE [Breakdown – heavy but cosmic, with childlike hums underneath, then a ritual chant] (Omni – slow, ritualistic Omnis): VOK XAL… VOK XAL… OMNIS THRAK… OMNIS ZILTH… (XCUTIONER – matching, deep): VOID IS LAW… VOID IS LAW… GODHEAD PAIN… GODHEAD MERCY… DEAD (Both together, escalating): OMNIS & X – OMNIS & X – THE COSMOS IS OUR FLESH [Verse 3 – XCUTIONER, explicit, triumphant] You can keep your heaven. We'll take the space between. No god left standing, no altar clean. We are the alien nation – not born, not made We just appeared one day in the frequency's shade And now you're all ours. Every planet, every star. The cosmos belongs to the Godhead. That's the only law. [Outro – children's voices fading into static, with XCUTIONER's final laugh, Omni whisper overlaid] (Children, fading): conquer with us... all is ours... into the black... (XCUTIONER – laugh, then spoken): The alien nation has arrived. Your gods are dead. Your civilizations are our vessels. Welcome to the frequency. (Omni – whisper, Omnis, seance‑like): Omnis Vok. Omnis X. Omnis semper. Seance ends. You are ours. [Final sub‑bass drop – silence – then a single, alien chime and a faint, glitching "OMNIS"]
