The Fate of Atlantis (2)

[Intro: deep, rumbling bass, distorted industrial hum, distant, echoing gothic choir chanting a low, ominous "Kyrie Eleison." A high-pitched, almost imperceptible synth wail pierces the darkness, like a distant siren. Sound of waves crashing, but distorted and unnatural.] [Verse 1: industrial beat kicks in, heavy and driving, with a dark, pulsating synth line. Vocals are deep, almost spoken, with a robotic edge, then soaring into a melodic, melancholic chorus.] In ancient depths, where shadows sleep, An island rose from ocean's keep. Atlantis, whispered, grand and vast, A paradise, too pure to last. With creatures rare and birds so bright, It shone a beacon in the night. A civilization, proud and strong, Where earthly equals didn't belong. [Pre-Chorus: beat intensifies, more industrial sounds, metallic clangs. Vocals become more urgent, layered with a ghostly male voice.] They gazed at stars, their names they saw, In constellations, breaking law. Their hubris swelled, a rising tide, No mortal power could now abide. They sought a glory, dark and deep, A sacrifice, their souls to keep. [Chorus: full power, driving beat, soaring synth melodies, powerful male + male vocals, backed by a full gothic choir chanting "Dies Irae" in the background, almost subliminally.] Oh, Fate of Atlantis, a tragic fall, From shining peaks to nothing at all! A challenge hurled at powers above, Consumed by darkness, devoid of love. The ocean's maw, a hungry grave, No soul was spared, no life to save. From zenith's height to endless night, Atlantis vanished from the light! [Verse 2: beat slightly less intense, more atmospheric, with a haunting, arpeggiated synth. Vocals are more reflective, almost mournful.] No golden gifts, no jewels so rare, For this dark offering, they did prepare. No fruits of earth, no precious stone, But human lives, to make it known. A multitude, their numbers vast, Their innocence, too pure to last. A moonless night, a chilling dread, By flickering torchlight, they were led. [Pre-Chorus: industrial sounds return, more prominent, a sense of impending doom. Vocals become more desperate, almost a whisper.] Into the temple, cold and grim, A ritual, on the ocean's rim. The dagger gleamed, a silver gleam, To pierce the heart, a waking dream. The first pure soul, about to fall, Then patience broke, beyond recall. [Chorus: full power, driving beat, soaring synth melodies, powerful male + male vocals, gothic choir chanting "Dies Irae" more prominently, almost overwhelming the music.] Oh, Fate of Atlantis, a tragic fall, From shining peaks to nothing at all! A challenge hurled at powers above, Consumed by darkness, devoid of love. The ocean's maw, a hungry grave, No soul was spared, no life to save. From zenith's height to endless night, Atlantis vanished from the light! [Bridge: music becomes sparse, almost ambient. Only a deep, resonant bass pulse, a distorted, echoing synth pad, and the gothic choir chanting a slow, mournful "Miserere Mei." Sound of a single, massive wave building, slowly, inexorably.] The heavens roared, a thunderous sound, As ancient wrath began to pound. A monstrous wave, a liquid wall, To swallow empires, great and small. It rose from depths, a titan's might, And plunged the island into night. [Breakdown: the wave crashes with a deafening, distorted roar. All music cuts out for a beat, then returns with an even heavier, slower, more industrial beat. The gothic choir is now dominant, chanting a powerful, sorrowful "Requiem Aeternam." Synth lines are dark and dissonant, creating a sense of utter desolation.] (Choir: "Requiem Aeternm") [Chorus: full power, driving beat, soaring synth melodies, powerful male + male vocals, gothic choir chanting "Dies Irae" with a final, crushing intensity.] Oh, Fate of Atlantis, a tragic fall, From shining peaks to nothing at all! A challenge hurled at powers above, Consumed by darkness, devoid of love. The ocean's maw, a hungry grave, No soul was spared, no life to save. From zenith's height to endless night, Atlantis vanished from the light! Oh, Fate of Atlantis, a tragic fall, From shining peaks to nothing at all! A challenge hurled at powers above, Consumed by darkness, devoid of love. The ocean's maw, a hungry grave, No soul was spared, no life to save. From zenith's height to endless night, Atlantis vanished from the light!.. [Outro: the driving beat slowly dissolves into a deep, sustained industrial hum, like a dying machine. The gothic choir fades, leaving only a few lingering, distorted voices whispering "Atlantis... Atlantis..." The sound of deep, dark ocean currents, a mournful, echoing synth wail, and then silence, broken only by the distant, almost imperceptible sound of waves, forever crashing on an empty shore. A final, low, resonant bass note slowly fades into oblivion.]