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The Antlers of a Dying Star || SB || AI Song

Lyrics & Music Arrangements : Santu Biswas Sung by : AI The silence was a lie. A frequency, a puncture in the sky. A whisper from the gelid deep, To stir the watchers from their sleep. Not a call… a terminus. A gravity that summons us. Through the telescope of bleached and broken bone, I saw the cradle of the unknown. A light that feeds on time and hope, A vast, unblinking, sable scope. It did not speak in words or sound, But in the turning of the ground. My skin now tells the ancient, cold decree, In mapping veins of blackened sea. The stars align—not in the sky— But in the whorls of my own eye. The mind's cathedral, laid to waste, By truths the flesh was never meant to taste. BEHOLD! THE ANTLERS OF A DYING STAR! They pierce the veil, they rend the soul, And drink the light to make us whole. BOW BEFORE THE ANTLERS OF THE VOID! To see the engine of the night, Is to be stripped of mortal sight. The city’s hymn is now a silent scream. The river runs with mercury-dream. Geometric shadows crawl, On every window, wall, and wall. The constellations re-arrange, To spell my name in forms of strange. I am the vessel. I am the stain. The fertile soil for cosmic rain. My voice, the static of the spheres, My blood, the tide of unformed years. Ego, like a scaffold, falls… As the galaxy within me calls. BEHOLD! THE ANTLERS OF A DYING STAR! They pierce the veil, they rend the soul, And drink the light to make us null. BOW BEFORE THE ANTLERS OF THE VOID! To know the engine of the night, Is to be severed from its light. I need no ship to cross the deep. The chasm grows in fitful sleep. The broadcast ends. The signal is. A permanent and quiet bliss. To see with eyes that are not eyes… The glorious, inhuman skies. The flesh is quiet. The mind is clear. The great attractor… …Is here.