(Intro - Deep, resonant sub-bass hum. Slow swells of distorted synth, like immense breaths. Subtle clicks and static.)
(Verse 1)
No light, no sun, just endless night,
Drifting through void, beyond all sight.
Pressure building, deep inside,
Where sanity's borders cannot abide.
Hear the flutes, discordant, vast,
Playing a tune that forever will last.
Blind pipers dancing, on nothingness' brink,
Reality shatters, before you can think.
(Chorus - Beat drops: a massive, distorted pulse. Overwhelming, vibrating bass. Chaotic, shifting synths. Deep, processed whispers echo.)
The Pulsing Core, at the edge of all time,
Azathoth's dream, a cosmic, dark mime.
No mind, no reason, just chaos untold,
A terrible beauty, ancient and cold.
The Pulsing Core, where creation's undone,
Everything born, then shattered to none.
Hear the madness, a maddening roar,
At the Pulsing Core, forevermore.
(Verse 2)
Dimensions unravel, concepts unwind,
No form, no structure, for flesh or for mind.
Just a vast, churning, indifferent force,
The source of all being, without any course.
Existence is fragile, a fleeting mistake,
In the dream of a god who will never awake.
We are but echoes, within his vast sleep,
While cosmic horrors around him still creep.
(Chorus - Beat continues, overwhelming bass and chaotic synth layers. Whispers slightly more prominent.)
The Pulsing Core, at the edge of all time,
Azathoth's dream, a cosmic, dark mime.
No mind, no reason, just chaos untold,
A terrible beauty, ancient and cold.
The Pulsing Core, where creation's undone,
Everything born, then shattered to none.
Hear the madness, a maddening roar,
At the Pulsing Core, forevermore.
(Bridge - Music sparser, moments of silence broken by jarring static and grinding. Bass hum omnipresent. Sense of isolation.)
No beginning, no end, just a constant, raw flow,
Where meaning is shattered, and seeds never grow.
Ultimate chaos, an infinite gaze,
Lost in the center, through eternity's haze.
(Build-up of discordant noise, crescendo of cosmic dread.)
(Chorus - FINAL EXPLOSION - Overwhelming soundscape. Pulse an unbearable throb. All synths maxed, distorted. Whispers almost a chorus.)
The Pulsing Core, at the edge of all time,
Azathoth's dream, a cosmic, dark mime.
No mind, no reason, just chaos untold,
A terrible beauty, ancient and cold.
The Pulsing Core, where creation's undone,
Everything born, then shattered to none.
Hear the madness, a maddening roar,
At the Pulsing Core, forevermore!
(Outro - Sound recedes, leaving deep bass hum. Static and clicks return, fading slowly, until only silence remains.)
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