Pulse Beneath The Throne

[Intro Instrumental. Ambient dissonance in asymmetrical time, melt-into-night vibe] [Whisper] Azathoth… Wgah’nath… the Sleeper… Tekeli-li… [Verse 1 Clean vocals] At the center where language breaks, Behind the veil that memory makes, A sightless monarch coils in place, Dreams collide and erase their face. No eyes to judge, yet all things seen, A humming void between what’s been. Above all stars, beneath all thought, The throne devours the laws it taught. [Riff 1] [Growled] Azathoth. Idiot heart. Every beating rule comes apart. Blind sovereign of the buried core, You breathe, and space becomes a sore. Wghr’nal th’hrr hleth k’zuhl. Your quiet tremor unthreads the whole. [Chorus 1 Clean vocals] Ia. Ia. No light. No law. Only a mouth, forever raw. Tek’el-ah, the circle sways, Around the throne where reason frays. [Bridge 1 Instrumental. Violent metric shifts, rising nausea] [Verse 2 Spoken] Matter turning. Stars unmoored. All of creation gently lured. No purpose written. No decree. Just dreaming, writing what will be. [Growled] I stood where numbers lost their shape, Where hours bled and could not escape. No crown. No will. No voice to plead. Only a center that does not need. [Chorus 2 Clean vocals, darker tone] Ia. Ia. Blind lord, unsought. Where order snaps and thought is caught. The circle shrieks in broken key. Tekeli-li through everything. [Verse 3 Clean vocals with whispered counterpoint] I watched the dancers, pale and torn, Orbiting truths the world was born. Their steps were wounds that would not close, Each echo teaching silence grows. [Whispered] Y’ha-nthlei. Ygnaiih. A distant echo bleeds. Their names erased with every spin. Their memories nailed beneath the skin. No map. No beat. No final clap. Just worship at the primal gap. [Bridge 2 Instrumental. Crumbling tempo. Gravity fails] [Spoken Deep voice] Phl’ngh throd-Nyog beneath the frozen seas, Cities whisper where no minds can be. Azathoth slumbers, knowing none, Dreams of endings never done. [Riff 2 Growled] Break. Collapse. Deny. Unseal. Geometry screams because it is real. Wgah’nath ag’lzha. Kneel and drown. Sense itself is hunted down. [Verse 4 Clean vocals, fragile and dissonant] There is no center. Just a wound. A heartbeat wrong. A world untuned. The longer I stare, the less I remain. I fade into a nameless strain. [Growled] No prayer survives when time is ash. No covenant. No sacred clash. Only the pulse and the circling sound, Where sleeping hunger wears the crown. [Final Chorus Dual layered. Clean over growled] [Clean vocals] Ia. Ia. Dream without spine, Rotting the thread that binds every mind. [Growled] Azathoth. Azathoth. Ruler of none. Center of nothing. Unborn sun. [Outro Instrumental. Droning abyss. Memory thinning] [Whisper] You never stirred. Yet we are all still dreaming you.