Slatzum

[Music Starts: A deep, slow, mystical synthesizer drone and echoing wind sounds. A low-pitched male choir hums in the background.]

[Ritual Leader, in a whisper]
Shadow of silence upon us falls,
May the curse of echo break these walls.

[Choir, joins slowly with a deep, resonant voice]
Essence's pain, may it finally cease,
Breath of nothing, flow into our peace.

[A ritualistic drum beat begins, tempo is very slow and somber]
Black Prow appears on the horizon's blight,
Sky deepens like a wound in the endless night.
Whispers of stars, may they fade away,
Call of infinite nothing, lead us astray.

[The music builds, a tense atmosphere takes over. The choir sings louder, like a dark anthem]
Oh Lord of the Un-Echoed, Slatzum's might,
May your chain extend to us in the night,
Let our souls from Essence be made clean,
Weight of being, may it no longer be seen.

[The music reaches its climax, then abruptly cuts to silence.]

[In a whispered, muffled voice, only the ritual leader speaks]
Our Silent Ascent is drawing near,
Memories will vanish, self disappear.
Only the void will then remain,
Lost in the endless peace, free from pain.

[Music Ends: All sounds vanish, replaced by an eternal and un-echoed silence.]