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Lyrics
[Verse I — As the Dark Lord leaned back relaxed but his deadly aura was strong]
O’ Astrae’khun, tremble low, the Lord reclines above your breath,
His silent gaze, a crown of dread, a calm that whispers death.
Shadows bow, their wills undone, beneath his bored decree,
For even voids dare hold their voice in his supremacy.
[Chorus — The choir is wide, majestic, as loud as a broken planet]
Kneel, o trembling legions,
Before the throne where empires fade.
Kneel, for your salvation ends
In the quiet smile he made.
“Vael’khora… suun raa…”
(The ancient tongue for “all creation, be still”)
[Verse II — Lazy gaze but makes the dimension vibrate]
His hand hangs low in weary grace, obsidian fingers cold,
An ageless judge of foolish worlds whose stories have grown old.
“Eiranth vel suu’nar,” he sighs—an echo older than your gods,
And galaxies forget to shine beneath those crimson odds.
[Bridge — A somber chorus + ancient whispers]
“Khraal…’ven toruun… Shaa’ra vel thar…”
(Let chaos kneel. Let silence reign.)
Even the stars stop burning
In the presence of his breath.
[Final Chorus — Majestic as a war explosion but terrifying]
Bow, o dying kingdoms,
Your crowns are dust before his throne.
Bow, for his disinterest
Can grind your universe to bone.
“Aesh’kara lun… vaar thel’uun…”
(Dark Lord has already grown bored of you.)
Details
GeneratedNov 9, 2025
Duration4:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
An epic, chilling anthem portraying the Dark Lord’s bored supremacy as all kingdoms kneel before his silent doom
Credits
Prompt by
CataclysmConductor
CataclysmConductorModelAria v5
