From the silent void, another sound was born,
A twisted echo rising where the light was torn.
Six voices waking through a shattered veil,
Carrying the night where the bright may fail.

The light ascends — but the shadow calls,
Chaos awakens as the daylight falls.

We are daughters of the Abyss, heirs of devastation,
Calling back the light with our own creation.
When the brightness rises, the void surrounds,
Every dawn is haunted by the darkness it found.

Through broken silence, the faceless breathe,
Forgotten whispers stirring underneath.
Chains that once held fate now break apart,
Spreading ruin from a hollow heart.

The light ascends — yet the night enthralls,
Chaos is breathing through the ancient halls.

We are daughters of the Abyss, throned in desolation,
Voices born in shadow, forged in contradiction.
If the light proclaims its reign, we will tear it down,
For where the sound is born, the void takes the crown.

From the first creation…
The darkness answered…