Eternal Requiem!

[I - The guitar intro is now a slow, weeping cello joined by a rhythmic, tribal drum that sounds like a pulsing heart. A whisper replaces the scream] "He comes not to play... but to possess. Break the seal. AWAKEN FROM THE TABLET! (Let the shadow in.) THE ULTIMATE WIZARD! (BOUND BY CHAINS OF SHADOW!)
[1] Forget the cards; this is a pact signed in forbidden ink. A Primite hunger rising, pushing you to the brink. Three Magicians' Souls offering up their silent, ghostly grace, To feel the cold touch of the Master in this hallowed space. Discard your inhibitions, let the Dark Magic seed take root, The Rod of command provides the most delicious, bitter fruit. Forty ways to surrender, to lose your light and find your soul, The Eternal cycle begins as you lose all self-control.
[C] Dark Magician! - The Sultan of the Night! Bathe us in the shadow, far from the piercing light! The Dark Magical Circle draws us into a velvet snare, While the Primite engine hums a prayer through the heavy air. The Eternal Soul throbs, a rhythm we cannot shun, We worship at the altar beneath a black-hole sun!
[2] The Dark Magical Blast erupts, a structure finally complete, Kneel before the Dark Magicians, accept your sweet defeat. Drawing deeper every turn, the cycle never finds its end, Recycling every desire on which your gasping breaths depend. You thought you brought a challenge? You thought you’d stand alone? Thousand Knives of pleasure carve his name into your bone. With the Dragon Knight presiding over the iron, rusted gate, Your resistance is a phantom; your submission is your fate.
[C] Dark Magician! - The Sultan of the Night! Bathe us in the shadow, far from the piercing light! The Dark Magical Circle draws us into a velvet snare, While the Primite engine hums a prayer through the heavy air. The Eternal Soul throbs, a rhythm we cannot shun, We worship at the altar beneath a black-hole sun!
[B] [The tempo slows to a, sludge-like chug. Every beat feels like the weight of a spellbook crashing down] Dark Magic Circle... (BANISH!) Eternal Soul... (UNTOUCHABLE!) It’s a high-ceiling engine of arcane design A Primite DM or a Horus line. It doesn’t matter how many hand-traps you spend When the Dark Magician strikes... your life is at its end!
[3]The Magician’s Robe falls away like a dying prayer, As the scent of ozone and ancient incense fills the air. You’re bound by the Circle, a geometry of skin and bone, Claimed by a master who sits upon a shadow throne. The Dark Magic Inheritance flows through every vein, A delicious torment, a sanctified and holy pain. No longer a duel—this is a Soul’s final descent, In the quiet of the sanctuary, where all your light is spent. We drink from the chalice of the Ultimate Wizard’s breath, Finding a life more vibrant than any hollow death.
[O] [Final explosion of blast beats & shredding] THE TRAP IS SPRUNG! (THE CIRCLE IS CLOSED!) The tablet is broken... the wizard is free... and you... you are his. (DARK MAGIC ATTACK!)

90 BPM / Deathcore, Industrial Metal, male. A chaotic orchestration of switching symphonies, with an Electro Pop twist.