[Intro: Distant wind, bowed metal drones, detuned piano; whispered male vocals; slow tempo; uneasy silence between phrases] The first sound was a bruise in the dark A lungless rhythm, chewing on stars No cradle, no dawn, no kindly plan Only a blind drum in the hands of None [Verse 1: Spoken word over sub-bass pulses and brittle vinyl crackle; ominous, intimate] Before the word, there was the yawn A black cathedral without a floor Azathoth dreaming with no dreamer Drooling galaxies, door by door [Pre-Chorus: Rising strings, dissonant choir pads; breathy vocals; harmonic surprise] We are the dust of a careless breath Spun from a laughter that forgot its mouth The sky is a skin that wants to tear And something listens from underneath the south [Chorus: Ritual chant; layered voices; call-and-response; pounding toms; unsettling hook] [Lead] Ia! Ia! — hear the blind heart turn [Choir] Ia! Ia! — we name the No that burns [Lead] Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn [Choir] Wgah’nagl! Fhtagn! [Lead] Yog-Sothoth is the gate and the key [Choir] The gate! The key! [Verse 2: Female lead enters; warped tape flutter; minimal drums; cold, narrative] Yog-Sothoth hums in every hinge In cracked teacups, in railway steam All angles open like wet flowers All calendars bleeding the same old dream [Pre-Chorus 2: Build; more percussion; tremulous vocals; claustrophobic] The first gods were not parents They were accidents in a kiln They made us as a byproduct Of a spell that wouldn’t sit still [Chorus: Ritual chant; harsher distortion; crowd-like whispers; sub drops] [Lead] Ia! Ia! — let the false light fold [Choir] Ia! Ia! — let the script grow mold [Lead] Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn [Choir] Wgah’nagl! Fhtagn! [Lead] Tekeli-li — the ice sings thin [Choir] It sings! It thins! [Bridge: Quiet arrangement; heartbeat kick; spoken word; reverb tails like tunnels] If there was a beginning, it wasn’t meant for eyes It was a note held too long Until reality apologized [Break: Instrumental interlude; atonal synth arpeggios; bowed cymbals; distant radio voices] [Final Chorus: Full choir; chanting; accelerating dread; abrupt stop] [Lead] Ia! Ia! — we are the dream’s small itch [Choir] Ia! Ia! — the cosmos turns to pitch [Lead] Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn [Choir] Wgah’nagl! Fhtagn! [Lead] Azathoth — the blind drummer grins [Choir] No grin! No skin! [Outro: Collapse to drone; whispered breaths; detuned music box; fade] Hush now… The first god is still sleeping And we are only the noise
