[male voices. Fusion of Post‑rock / post‑metal fusion with clean vocals and with ancient Byzantine male chant drones (ison), low monastic choir textures woven into the background. Ethereal Byzantine ison drone creating holy atmospheric tension under spoken lines] [At the intro “Background: ancient Byzantine MALE choir drone (ison), soft and ethereal, setting a holy atmosphere.] [Intro] (Spoken, breathy) I stood at the foot of the cross... Blood. Darkness. I couldn't understand what I was seeing. [Verse 1] They pierced His hands, they pierced His feet, I can count all His bones—they stare, they gloat. They divide His garments, casting lots, Mocking, "He trusted God—let God save Him now!" I watched it all. The cruelty. The pain. He had already been beaten beyond recognition— Thirty-nine lashes, each one a death sentence. Yet somehow, He carried that heavy cross— Heavy as a tree— Up that hill. How was He still standing? [Pre-Chorus] (Building) Then... in the cosmic silence... With His dying breath... He spoke. [Chorus - gently, divine, MALE voices] Eh-lee Eh-lee leh-mah sah-bahk-tah-nee (Eli Eli lema sabachthani) "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?" I know. I know these words. (Emotional) Psalm twenty-two. He's Declaring the prophecy. Every wound, every word—it was written. He's not abandoned—He's Fulfilling. This was always the plan. Psalm twenty-two in the hands of the Lamb. (Hook) It was written. Teh-teh-leh-sty. He is risen. [Bridge] (Soft, building) He knew. From before time began, He knew. When He spoke those words— He was declaring Scripture fulfilled. When He said Deep-so (Dipso) "I thirst"— Even that was prophesied. (Building) This wasn't defeat—this was Victory. Every word—Prophesied. Every wound—Foretold. Psalm twenty-two—Fulfilled. [Breakdown] (Atmospheric, building mystical tension, emotional) Darkness covered the land. The earth trembled. The temple veil tore in two—from top to bottom. The first Adam took fruit from a tree and brought death. The second Adam became the fruit ON the tree—bringing life. (Building intensity) He should have been dead. Betrayed, beaten, broken. But He lifted His head— And spoke: (Gently yet authoritative and Victorious) "Tetelestai. It is finished." [Final Chorus] (DeepBeats) Psalm twenty-two. He was declared victory. Every wound, every word—written before time. He fulfilled what was declared. Psalm twenty-two in the hands of the Lamb. (Hook) It was written. Teh-teh-leh-sty. He is risen. [Outro] (Soft, building) His name is Jesus Christ. The second Adam. The Lamb of God. Three days later... the tomb was empty. Teh-teh-leh-sty (Tetelestai) It is finished—but it was only the beginning. Death could not hold Him! He is risen. (Intimate, catchy melody) He did it for you. For me. Jesus died to pay for our sins. (Double fading echo) Even if you don't know Him—He knows you. (Final hook) It was written. Teh-teh-leh-sty. He is risen. Jesus—our Savior.

It Is Written