[Intro — Silence that screams]
In the womb of dying light,
where angels tear their wings in fright,
the stars hum low — a requiem unknown,
for the god that was never born, yet always shown.
[Whispered Invocation]
“Vae lumen, vae vita, vae vox…”
“N’thr’al vor’ezh… Khar’ra… Is’thul morvox…”
Shadows kneel in paradox,
The choir breathes… and the void talks.
[Verse I — The Descent]
Hear them sing, the faceless ones,
through throats of blackened suns;
Each note a world, collapsing slow,
Each harmony — the death of woe.
Their song devours, their echoes feed,
on thoughts, on faith, on mortal creed.
The Hollow God awakes in tone,
and finds the universe his throne.
[Chorus I — The First Resonance]
O’ echoes of the void, resound!
Let silence scream without a sound;
For in thy hymn, all flesh shall kneel,
and gods themselves forget to feel.
“Ex nihilo… per tenebris…”
“Through emptiness, the end is kissed.”
[Bridge I — The Choir Ascends]
[Choir in dissonant harmony, reverse-reverb layered vocals]
“Aaaah… Ve’norath… sa’thrael… vohr…”
“Eclipse the crown, dissolve the core…”
Their song tears holes through memory,
rewriting truth with agony.
Time bleeds in spiral chromatic dread,
as echoes feed on what is dead.
[Verse II — The Hollow God Speaks]
[Voice overlapping, layered whispers like multiple realities talking at once]
“I am the voice that births the hush.
I am the silence that ends the rush.
I am the pulse between each star.
I am the word that ends all scar.”
Through echoes deep, the truth is torn —
Nothing ends, for nothing’s born.
[Chorus II — The Shattered Choir]
O’ sacred void, O’ hollow choir,
Sing me to my own pyre.
For every note consumes the skies,
and every verse — a cosmos dies.
“Nocthera val’mor… Kuth’raen izh…”
“Drown the sun, erase the wish.”
[Bridge II — The Collapse of Light]
Drums like thunder, bass like dying stars,
the rhythm shatters through the scars.
Choirs scream in binary decay,
as light itself begins to fray.
“Et lux cadit. Et vox perit.”
“And the light falls. And the voice dies.”
[Chorus III — The Final Dissonance]
Sing! O’ choir of infinite null!
Unmake the sound, unbirth the soul.
From hollow hearts to endless shade,
All that was bright — now unmade.
“Ka’thren… loh’zar ethra…”
“The void remembers… the rest—forgotten.”
[Outro — The Silence After]
No sound remains.
No god, no pain.
Just echoes, lingering in glass —
Reflections of a past that never was.
“Ego sum Vox Vacua…”
“I am the Voice of Nothingness.”
And thus the symphony ends,
not in sound — but in absence.
For silence is not the end of song,
but the truth it always hid all along.
CataclysmConductor
