Cathedral of the Void

[Intro] Footfalls echo in obsidian halls, where shadows breathe and walls recall Gothic spires kiss alien light, in a choir of silence, cold and bright [Verse 1] Threshold yawns, a velvet void, bioluminescent chandeliers bloom Coral grafts the stone with patient teeth, a cathedral born from cosmic gloom The awe is sharp, a lucid fear, a tremor at the edge of known Inside this court of twisted thrones, the verdict carved in bone and stone [Pre-Chorus] Disquiet hums beneath the seal, gravity bends to unseen will Every gaze a patient blade, every whisper a frost on skin and thrill [Chorus] We walk the line where faith frays thin, between the void and the vow we keep Austere tribunals, porcelain skin, iron hearts that never sleep Sublime horror guides the soul through, where order meets the endless deep In this nave of stars and spires, truth sounds like a quiet cry we keep [Verse 2] Mask of the judge, living and dead, spines entwined with fractured grace Organic chrome in velvet dread, a throne that time cannot erase The gavel drums a distant sun, the verdict a tremor in the air We speak in shadows, tremble near, yet listen for a voice that's rare [Pre-Chorus] Disquiet hums beneath the seal, gravity bends to unseen will Every gaze a patient blade, every whisper a frost on skin and thrill [Chorus] We walk the line where faith frays thin, between the void and the vow we keep Austere tribunals, porcelain skin, iron hearts that never sleep Sublime horror guides the soul through, where order meets the endless deep In this nave of stars and spires, truth sounds like a quiet cry we keep [Bridge] Lofted ceilings swallow light, yet constellations burn in air Coral ligatures weave the fear with prayer, a fragile hope laid bare [Chorus] We walk the line where faith frays thin, between the void and the vow we keep Austere tribunals, porcelain skin, iron hearts that never sleep Sublime horror guides the soul through, where order meets the endless deep In this nave of stars and spires, truth sounds like a quiet cry we keep [Outro] Threshold behind, the void ahead, we carry awe like a secret key In the obsidian cathedral, we find what we were and what we’ll be