[This concept drips with that cold, second-wave atmosphere—blending raw aggression with the children’s eerie choir, cinematic weight of a choir. We’ll lean into the "theological betrayal" angle, painting a picture of a celestial tyrant.] [Title: The Architect of Deceit] [Tempo: 180 BPM (Blast beats and tremolo picking)] [Atmosphere: Lo-fi, icy distortion, with a sudden drop to silence before the choir enters.] [Verse 1] [Drums: Fast blast beats. Vocals: High-pitched, raspy shriek] The heavens are a slaughterhouse floor, Scrubbed clean with the blood of the weak. He crafts the plague, then asks for prayer, A master of the cosmic snare. Every "Thou Shalt Not" is a hidden "I Will," A divine hunger that no soul can fill. He promised a garden but built us a grave, The first and the last to betray what He saved. [Pre-Chorus] [Guitars drop to a low, rhythmic chugging] The shepherd is the wolf in white. The morning star was the only light. Watch the halo tarnish into rust, As we grind His promises into dust. [Chorus][Latin] [Music shifts: Blackened satanic. Distorted guitars fade to a dark ambient drone. A haunting, monophonic children's choir sings with eerie precision.] > Mendax in throno, caedes in manu. > Pater tenebrarum, Deus impostor. > Mendax in throno, caedes in manu. > Pater tenebrarum, Deus impostor. > Verse 2 [Music explodes back into chaos] He whispered "Life," but meant "Decay," Stealing the sun to hide the fray. A trillion screams are His favorite hymn, The light of the world is growing dim. He isn't silent; He’s just enjoying the show, The architect of every sorrow we know. He’s the knife in the dark, the rot in the bone, The greatest killer to ever sit on a throne. [Bridge] [Slow, doom-metal pace. Vocals become a guttural growl] The lie is the law. The blood is the bond. He is the abyss... And there is nothing beyond. > Mendax in throno, caedes in manu. > Pater tenebrarum, Deus impostor. > Mendax in throno, caedes in manu. > Pater tenebrarum, Deus impostor. The lie is the law. The blood is the bond. He is the abyss... And there is nothing beyond > Mendax in throno, caedes in manu. > Pater tenebrarum, Deus impostor. > Mendax in throno, caedes in manu. > Pater tenebrarum, Deus impostor. Outro (The children’s choir returns, repeating the Latin chorus, but their voices start to distort and pitch-shift downward until only the sound of a cold wind remains.)