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Beneath the strings, the ground did quake

From silent depths, a god did wake

No trebled hymn, no sacred chord

Just pulse and void, the new accord

We carved the stone with tones below

A droning rite in feedback flow

The higher notes, we cast aside

In guttural chants, the old gods cried

Feed the amp with blood and breath

Let the hum outlast our death

Raise the monolith of tone

Carved in flesh and sculpted stone

No god above, no choir beneath

Just bass, eternal, without sheath

Through speaker shrines, the spirit groans

The fuzz, the growl, our sacred tones

We bowed not low, but knelt in weight

As basslines tore the veil of fate

Feed the amp with blood and breath

Let the hum outlast our death

Raise the monolith of tone

Carved in flesh and sculpted stone

No god above, no choir beneath

Just bass, eternal, without sheath

The preacher fell, his strings too thin

His choir lost in treble’s sin

But we, who walk the lower path

Shall strike with sound, not holy wrath

Feed the amp with blood and breath

Let the hum outlast our death

Raise the monolith of tone

Carved in flesh and sculpted stone

No god above, no choir beneath

Just bass, eternal, without sheath