[Instrumental break - Deep bass and and atmospheric synth]
[Verse 1— Jazzy hi-hats, thick bass. Vocals: High-pitched, strained hissed screamed vocals]
I AM THE ANCIENT FAULT LINE IN THE BEDROCK!
THE NEGATIVE SPACE WHERE THE LIGHT DIES!
I WATCH THE CONSTELLATIONS WITHER ON THE GLASS!
THE SALT THAT STOPS THE PRAYER BEFORE IT FLIES!
THE HORIZON IS A SCAB ON THE INFINITE!
I AM THE FABRIC OF YOUR UNMAKING, MAGNIFICENT!
[Pre-Chorus— Music swells, vocals transition to clean, soaring power]
My every waking hour is a rusted altar,
A hollow vessel carved to hold your ghost.
I’d offer up the gravity, let the seasons falter,
Just to be the shadow to your burning host.
[Chorus— Full band, djenty, intricate. Vocals: Soaring and intense]
You are the wildfire, I am the drought-choked land,
The hourglass drowning in its own shifting sand.
This is the only way to weave the thread,
To wake the echoes from their marble bed.
I’ll carve the cathedral where our ruins collide,
And wear the shape of your silence inside.
This is not love; this is the Devourer’s Embrace,
The slow-motion theft of light and space.
[Verse 2— Breathy, screamed vocals]
THE VEIL DISSOLVES INTO A FEVER DREAM,
I FEEL THE ARCHITECTURE OF YOUR GHOST WITHIN!
YOU ARE THE MERCURY IN THE MOUNTAIN STREAM,
THE BITTER HARVEST WHERE THE BLACK BEGINS!
I NEED THE SYMMETRY OF YOUR SOFT DECAY,
THE FLAW IN THE DIAMOND, THE WRECK OF THE ART!
I’LL SIP THE MEMORY OF THE LIGHT OF DAY,
AND LEAVE THE WINTER TO TEAR YOU APART!
[Pre-Chorus— Staccato and urgent]
My every waking hour is a rusted altar,
A hollow vessel carved to hold your ghost.
I’d offer up the gravity, let the seasons falter,
Just to be the shadow to your burning host.
[Chorus— Maximum intensity, soaring clean vocals]
You are the wildfire, I am the drought-choked land,
The hourglass drowning in its own shifting sand.
This is the only way to weave the thread,
To wake the echoes from their marble bed.
I’ll carve the cathedral where our ruins collide,
And wear the shape of your silence inside.
This is not love; this is the Devourer’s Embrace,
The slow-motion theft of light and space.
[Breakdown— Abrupt silence, synth squeal, massive heavy groove]
[SCREAMED]
I AM THE ECLIPSE!
THE MOUTH THAT DRINKS THE SEA!
I ROOT IN THE ASHES!
THE ARCHITECT OF DEPRAVITY!
I AM THE SINGULARITY!
I AM THE END OF THE NEW!
[Outro— Quiet, eerie]
The mirror has forgotten its face...
The gravity has won...
I am the only thing left to worship.