Udio (AI Generated) - Eightfold Path into Nowhere (black metal)

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Lyrics:

Beneath the Bodhi, shadows twist, a cosmic jest concealed,
The Crawling Chaos, cloaked in flesh, its purpose unrevealed.
A whispered promise, soft yet vile, of peace beyond the strife,
But Nyarlathotep’s laughter coils, corrupting all of life.

No liberation waits beyond, no blissful, shining shore,
Only the void’s devouring maw, where self exists no more.
Nirvana’s call—a siren’s wail—leads stars to bleed and fade,
A fractured path through darkened veils, where sanity decays.

**Anatta**, seed of sundered minds, devours the human core,
**Sunyata**, void in all you find, where thought can be no more.
**Dukkha**, sorrow’s endless reign, the truth that rends and binds,
**Anicca**, chaos unrestrained, eroding fragile minds.

**Anatman**, self dissolved in lies, a feast for beings vile,
The Crawling Chaos thrives inside, behind Nirvana’s guile.
This gentle path, a silken noose, to cosmic horrors drawn,
Where whispered chants of hollow truths greet madness at the dawn.

Through cyclopean voids we stare, where logic splits and writhes,
Across the shifting fractal planes, where ancient chaos thrives.
The Eightfold Path descends below, to realms of warped designs,
Where reason fails and shadows grow, unweaving fragile time.

The sutras hum with hidden dread, their warnings burned in flame,
Each sacred line a thread of doom, concealed within the frame.
Impermanence, their creed of dust, the void that softly sings,
A hunger vast, consuming all, on black, unholy wings.

The signs are etched for those who see, in cosmic whispers fraught,
A cruel design, a jest divine, a void where souls are caught.
Are you so blind, so deaf to screams, of tranquil lies you crave?
Or do you sense the endless schemes that hollow seekers brave?

So meditate upon the void, let ego slip away,
Embrace the Crawling Chaos' gift: the dawn of disarray.
For Nyarlathotep’s truth unfolds—a final, bleak release,
Where even nothingness will wail, a paradox of peace.

Gate gate paragate parasamgate. Hastur! Svaha!
Om Mani Padme Hum
Om Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn