[Intro – Distant waves, low strings, whispering choir]
(whispered choir)
Abyssus vocat… sanguis aperit…
(soft voice)
If the ocean asks for a name…
let mine be spoken.
[Verse I – Clean, melancholic]
Plague crept through the broken towers,
fields turned pale beneath the sky,
church bells wept in salted hours
while hope forgot how to rise.
Elders spoke in fractured prayers
of gods erased by time,
but beneath the lighthouse stairs
something ancient breathed in brine.
[Pre-Chorus – Growing tension]
Not the wind…
not the tide…
but a pulse below the darkness
calling from the other side.
[Chorus – Grand, tragic, symphonic]
Lord of the sunless kingdom,
heart of the endless deep,
take this fragile mortal vessel,
grant my dying shores their sleep.
Let my flesh become your altar,
let my voice become your sea,
if I drown within your silence
spare the ones who still believe.
[Verse II – Stronger guitars, rising intensity]
Silver chains around my wrists,
I walked into the foam,
every step a soft farewell
to everything I’d known.
Water claimed my trembling lungs
yet opened up my sight:
a throne of blackened coral
and eyes devoid of light.
[Bridge – Soft, transforming into powerful tone]
(broken whisper)
I felt my given name dissolve
like ink in storming waves…
(deep choir)
Anima mergitur… surgit mare…
(rising voice)
No fear remains to save.
[Breakdown – Heavy, ceremonial rhythm]
The tide rose without warning.
The fever left the land.
Upon the shore lay only
the echo of my hand.
[Final Chorus – Majestic, darker, transcendent]
Lord of the sunless kingdom,
now breathe inside my song,
I am foam and I am abyss,
I am right and I am wrong.
When sailors hear the midnight
whisper through the mist,
they’ll know the sea has taken
its bride—
and crowned her in the abyss.
