[Intro (Low Drones + Distant Bell Toll)] [(Wet footsteps. Insects buzzing. A church bell far away.)] The ground breathes here. It remembers. [(A whisper in the fog)] Everything rots. ⸻ [Verse 1 (Slow, Menacing Rap)] Black water mirror with a corpse-sky hue, Every reflection looks less like you. Cathedrals sink in the mud and bone, Nature reclaims what steel once owned. Gaslight halos swallowed whole, Saints decay without a soul. Choir of insects hymns the dead, Feasting where the faithful bled. Each step drags like it knows my weight, Like the swamp itself decides my fate. Roots like fingers around my boots— Trying to pull me down to the truth. ⸻ [Chorus 1 (Haunting, Drawn-Out)] Rot in the water, rot in the air, Rot in the whispered midnight prayer. If flesh can melt and halos drown, What keeps my fragile heart around? In this grave where angels choke— Even steel begins to rot. ⸻ [Verse 2 (Darker, More Desperate)] Bodies fused with bark and vine, Sermons carved in twisted spine. They reached for heaven, found decay, Now moss grows where they used to pray. My gears grind slow in poisoned mist, Rust forms where hope once kissed. If I was built to never die— Why does this place make metal cry? A monster rises from the deep, Born from secrets buried to keep. Not rage—just hunger without end, Like nature punishing the sins of men. ⸻ [Chorus 2 (Heavier, Choir Behind)] Rot in the marrow, rot in the breath, Rot is the perfume of slow death. If life is fragile, flesh and bone— Then what am I out here alone? In this swamp where faith dissolves— Only the ruthless evolve. ⸻ [Bridge (Doom Breakdown)] [(Guitars drag. Drums hit slow and crushing.)] No throne here. No crown. Just sinking. Down. Heaven forgot this place. So did mercy. ⸻ [Final Chorus (Massive, Crushing)] Rot in the water, rot in the sky, Rot in the reason people die. If humanity blooms and fades away— Why do I still choose to stay? Through filth and bone, through curse and blot— I walk alive… where all things rot. ⸻ [Outro (Fading Ambience)] (Water bubbling. Ticking slows slightly.) Even steel… Can rust. But I haven’t. Not yet.

Swamp Of Rot