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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Little hands on the iron rail
Knees in dust, mouth full of names
White chalk lines on the cold stone floor
We count the cracks like catechism
[Pre-Chorus]
One for the flame
Two for the ash
Three little bows
Then the black
[Chorus]
Kyrie, kyrie
Break the gate
Kyrie, kyrie
Judge the weight
Kyrie, kyrie
Small voice, grave
Kyrie, kyrie
Take, take, take
[Verse 2]
The page tears sharp in a fist like stone
Tongue on the salt of the vow we made
Tiny feet in the roar of the blast
Still we sing where the shadows stab
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands to the sky
Eyes to the dirt
Soft little psalms
Cut like a curse
[Chorus]
Kyrie, kyrie
Break the gate
Kyrie, kyrie
Judge the weight
Kyrie, kyrie
Small voice, grave
Kyrie, kyrie
Take, take, take
[Bridge]
La la la
Count the bones
La la la
Call us home
La la la
Let it fall
La la la
One and all
[Final Chorus]
Kyrie, kyrie
Break the gate
Kyrie, kyrie
Judge the weight
Kyrie, kyrie
Small voice, grave
Kyrie, kyrie
Take, take, take
Details
GeneratedApr 28, 2026
Duration2:43
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gridcore death metal with punishing blast tempos, syncopated stop-start riffs, and brutal half-time slams; verse hammers with barked lows and tight gang shouts, pre-chorus narrows to chanted children’s choir syllables, chorus hits with stacked gutturals and lifted liturgical call lines. Ear candy: reversed swell into breaks, bell tolls, clipped feedback hits. Dry, bone-crushing, ultra-close mix., liturgical, death metal
Credits
Prompt by
Logistik
LogistikModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Gridcore death metal with childlike liturgical chant phrasing at a punishing
