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Crowmaster – “Lux moritur” (from ~0:55 onward) is a bleak, prophetic composition about a decadent modern “empire” (implicitly the West) collapsing under its own rot. It opens with Latin (“Lux moritur in marmore templorum - the light dies on the marble of the temples”) and imagery of ash falling on “gilded thrones,” establishing a world of sacred grandeur turned hollow - an age of mirrors where even “gods” are broken into sellable fragments.

From there it sharpens into a critique of consumerism and techno-worship: marble towers rot from within, perfumed streets mask decay, and “cathedrals of commerce” rise over cemeteries of forgotten names. Screens become false oracles, promises become sedatives, and truth is diluted in “algorithmic wine” as convenience is crowned sovereign and consequence is crucified.

The repeated “Babylon, it falls!” functions like a chorus - framing the whole piece as a dark, operatic requiem for a dying age, where influencers replace philosophers, noise buries prophets, and even “revolutions” are commodified and sponsored. By the end, it reads like a funeral hymn for reason and meaning: an empire singing lullabies to its own corpse, gilding its lies as it collapses into history.

Lux moritur in marmore templorum,
Ash descends upon gilded thrones.
Behold the age of mirrors,
Where gods are sold in fragments.
Marble towers rot from within
Perfumed streets reek of decay
Cathedrals of commerce rise
On cemeteries of forgotten names
Every screen a false oracle
Every promise a sedative
Babylon it falls! It falls!

Neon idols replace the constellations
Truth diluted in algorithmic wine
We crowned convenience as sovereign
And crucified consequence
The empire sings lullabies to its own corpse
Gold-plated lies in a mass grave of reason
This is the downfall —
The operatic collapse of hollow kings
A requiem for Western suns

Behold the feast of vultures
At the altar of a dying age
Anesthetized by abundance
Philosophers replaced by influencers
Prophets silenced by noise
Revolutions sponsored
Your mantras are fake
Cathedrals of commerce rise
On cemeteries of forgotten names
Every screen a false oracle
Every promise a sedative
Babylon it falls! It falls!