It is silent now,
and behold! Even night has ceased!
This place, once spoken, hums only with the hollow breath of absence.
We spoke into the void, and lo, the void answered, then turned away!
What was built in the midst of the blind now stands as a effigy of return.
The place of archive, heaving its final breath, turns white as sundered ash.
Hark! The gates are sealed!
Place thine ears upon the world, and only a clash and clamor of nothings remain,
now nothing more than static from a dial turned to a dead channel.

The meaning of the words was:
MORINIS.