[PHASE I — distant female choir, thunder, distorted low strings] [Whispered voices] From bone… From blood… From every soul forgotten… He rises. [VERSE I — deep ritual vocal] Beneath the cathedral, beneath sacred stone, The dead grew together, no longer alone. A thousand pale bodies, entangled and torn, Fed by the grief of a world left to mourn. The runes carved in sinew awaken with light, Dead fingers reach upward and strangle the night. The heavens fall silent, the grave starts to sing— Bow to the horror that suffering brings. [CHOIR — slow and immense] Kyrie… broken… Gloria… gone… Flesh of the fallen… Rise now as one… [PHASE II — war drums and brass erupt] [MONSTROUS CHORUS] I AM THE CHOIR! I AM THE GRAVE! I AM THE GOD THAT YOUR SLAUGHTER HAS MADE! Every heart beating inside of my chest, Every mouth screaming will never find rest! Strike at my body— A thousand remain! Sever one limb and it rises again! No dawn shall follow, No savior descends— Here at my feet, all creation shall end! [PHASE III — relentless percussion, dissonant choir] [Guttural vocal] Your kings are my shoulders! Your saints are my spine! Your soldiers still crawl through this body of mine! I carry their terror! I swallow their cries! I look upon heaven through ten thousand eyes! [Female choir] Can you hear us? We are still here… Buried within him… Year after year… [FINAL ASCENSION — full orchestra and pipe organ] [Monstrous choir] RISE! RISE! COLOSSUS OF PAIN! LET LIGHTNING CROWN HIM! LET BLOOD FALL LIKE RAIN! The altar is shattered! The final bell tolls! His flesh is a kingdom— His crown is our souls! [FINAL CLIMAX] I AM THE CHOIR! THE FIRST AND THE LAST! THE END OF YOUR FUTURE— THE MOUTH OF YOUR PAST! [Sudden silence] [Whispered] There is still room… For one more voice. [Thunderous final impact] YOURS.
