[Intro] (Deep, low-frequency cosmic drone, sounding like a dying star. Slow, heavy cathedral bell tolls once every few seconds, accompanied by a cold, whispering wind effect) [Voice Prompt: Deep, distorted, echoing demonic voice from the abyss] There is no light here. There is no time. Only the echo of what used to be. [Verse 1] [Voice Prompt: Slow, crawling delivery, spoken-word style with heavy distortion and cavernous reverb] Staring down into the well of nothingness, Where reality bleeds and loses its address. The Event Horizon bends the dying stars, Leaving behind ancient, bleeding scars. Like the Void from *Warcraft*, whispering my doom, Swallowing the cosmos in a velvet tomb. It’s the Neverending Story of a dying light, *The Langoliers* eating up the fading night. I hear it calling from the deep unknown, A cold, dark empire built on skin and bone. [Pre-Chorus] [Voice Prompt: Vocals rising in volume, gaining a heavy, oppressive weight, backed by rising string swells] The atmosphere is thinning, the edges start to fray, Every memory I cherished is melting fast away. Like *Silent Hill* fog creeping through the door, There is nothing left of me upon this floor! [Chorus] [Voice Prompt: Massive explosion of sound, heavy doom metal riff, choir singing in Latin-esque wails, harsh growling vocals] Abyssal echo! Rearing from the deep! A quiet promise that the dark will keep! The Sunken City rising from the core, Where God forgot to ever make a shore! In the shadow of the Void we fade to black, There is no bridge, there is no turning back! Abyssal echo! [Verse 2] [Voice Prompt: Slow, rhythmic, menacing delivery over a crawling bassline and ticking clock sound] Sliding down the rabbit hole of HP Lovecraft’s mind, Leaving sanity and reason far behind. R’lyehian whispers scratching at my brain, Cthulhu waking up and driving me insane. It’s the Phantom Zone where Superman is trapped, Where every map of life gets shredded and unmapped. Like the Dark Souls abyss, spreading its decay, Stealing every color of a brighter day. I am falling endlessly through outer space, Erased from time, erased from every face. [Pre-Chorus] [Voice Prompt: Vocals rising in volume, gaining a heavy, oppressive weight, backed by rising string swells] The atmosphere is thinning, the edges start to fray, Every memory I cherished is melting fast away. Like *Silent Hill* fog creeping through the door, There is nothing left of me upon this floor! [Chorus] [Voice Prompt: Massive explosion of sound, heavy doom metal riff, choir singing in Latin-esque wails, harsh growling vocals] Abyssal echo! Rearing from the deep! A quiet promise that the dark will keep! The Sunken City rising from the core, Where God forgot to ever make a shore! In the shadow of the Void we fade to black, There is no bridge, there is no turning back! Abyssal echo! [Bridge] (All heavy instruments cut out instantly. Only a desolate, echoing wind sound and a distorted, weeping music box playing a broken tune remain) [Voice Prompt: Distant, ghostly whisper, sounding like it's coming from inside a cave] Is anyone out there? ... Or is it just the void? *(A sudden, deafening sub-bass drop and a roar of distortion)* [Guitar Solo] (A slow, weeping, highly distorted doom metal guitar solo, bending notes into agonizing screeches, backed by massive thunderous orchestral hits) [Final Chorus] [Voice Prompt: Maximum emotional heaviness, roaring vocals mixed with choir harmonies, absolute sonic wall of sound] Abyssal echo! Rearing from the deep! A quiet promise that the dark will keep! The Sunken City rising from the core, Where God forgot to ever make a shore! In the shadow of the Void we fade to black, There is no bridge, there is no turning back! Abyssal echo! [Outro] (The heavy instruments dissolve into a cold, cosmic hum. A single piano note plays, echoing infinitely into a vast empty space) [Voice Prompt: Very quiet, fading whisper, swallowed by digital static] We are all just... An echo... In the dark. (Static fizzles out. Total silence) [End]
