Cultists in the Abyss (SELF. PITY Version)

### [Intro] (Dissonant, microtonal 8-string clean strumming. Low, shuddering breaths and wet, pulsing organic textures) [Spoken Word] *I can feel it thinking through my bones. The shape in the dark didn’t just enter my mind. It learned my fear, then began to wear it. I am choking on memory... and the memory is breathing.* ### [Verse 1] (Thall Riffs, jagged, unpredictable syncopation, heavy mechanical thudding) Crawling... crawling through cyclopean downpours, Blood mixing with black ichor, washing away what’s left of me. Every rusted obelisk—a patient eon, A jagged monument to the rot beneath thought. Your wet, quivering tendrils... They didn't just touch my mind. They hollowed out my soul. They split the flesh from the dream. ### [Pre-Chorus] (Building tension, tempo fracturing, manic pitch-shifted vocals) The ether... it's writhing. Impossible shapes bending back into skin! A blasphemy... Unnamed, unholy, tearing open the throat! ### [Chorus] (Wall of sound, devastatingly heavy yet layered with agonizing operatic high screams) We're just **cultists** in the **abyss** tonight, Two **aberrations** dancing **blindly**. I still hear your **shrieking** when **twilight** falls, Like a distant **chanting** through **sunken** halls. And even if the **stars** forget to shine, A part of you will **fester** in my **psyche**. We're just **shadows**, **nameless**, Lost between the **void** and **Yuggoth**. ### [Verse 2] (Extremely glitchy, industrial deathcore rhythm, drum-machine stuttering into blastbeats) I locked your relic in a coffin of lead, But the shape—it doesn't stay. It breathes! It leaks! Every broken ritual, every inherited curse, It wakes inside me... it scratches beneath my skin... The moment I speak your name. System failure. Speak the name. ### [Manic Laughter] (Kyo-style unhinged cackling overlapping with a low digital hum) Ha... Hahaha... It's inside the walls. It's inside the veins. ### [Pre-Chorus] (Rhythm grinding to an agonizingly slow crawl) The madness... it mutates. The horror... it refuses to die! ### [Chorus] (Wall of sound, devastatingly heavy yet layered with agonizing operatic high screams) We're just **cultists** in the **abyss** tonight, Two **aberrations** dancing **blindly**. I still hear your **shrieking** when **twilight** falls, Like a distant **chanting** through **sunken** halls. And even if the **stars** forget to shine, A part of you will **fester** in my **psyche**. We're just **shadows**, **nameless**, Lost between the **void** and **Yuggoth**. ### [Bridge] (Sudden silence. Eerie, bare ambient drone. Painful whispers close to the microphone) [Painful Whispers] Maybe down in R'lyeh... under the weight of a dead ocean... Our decay will finally learn to breathe together. A language we couldn’t understand. Until the signal dies, I will harbor this miasma. A beautiful, wet, parasitic growth... That answers to your name. ### [Vocal FX - Pig Squeal] (Screaming transition into absolute auditory violence) *BREEEEE-YUGGH!* ### [Stop] ### [Breakdown] (Maximum Thall. Extremely slow, detuned 8-string guitars pitch-shifted down into the sub-bass. Total sonic devastation) [Guttural Lows] **BLEGH!** WE ARE THE CULTISTS! [Whistle Scream] **THE ABERRATIONS DANCING IN THE ROTTING VOID!** [Guttural Lows] FESTER IN THE PSYCHE! BLACK ICHOR IN THE BLOODSTREAM! ### [Chorus] (Wall of sound, devastatingly heavy yet layered with agonizing operatic high screams) We're just **cultists** in the **abyss** tonight, Two **aberrations** dancing **blindly**. I still hear your **shrieking** when **twilight** falls, Like a distant **chanting** through **sunken** halls. And even if the **stars** forget to shine, A part of you will **fester** in my **psyche**. We're just **shadows**, **nameless**, Lost between the **void** and **Yuggoth**. ### [Outro] (Fading into digital static, melancholic operatic wailing, and the sound of wet machinery clicking shut) Nameless... Lost between the void... And Yuggoth. [Spoken Word] *The pulse is gone. The thing inside me is now awake.* ### [End]