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[Intro]
Ash on the river, frost on the wire
Old wooden drums wake under fire
[Verse 1]
I came from a room where the ceiling leaked
With a rusted lock and a mouth full of teeth
Grandmother’s knife by the kitchen flame
Cut every lie from the family name
I learned to count by the cracks in the wall
One for the winter, two for the fall
Three for the hands that abandoned the land
Four for the voice saying, “Rise if you can”
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that low horn beyond the pines
Something buried is crossing the lines
[Chorus]
Break the gate, let the cold rush in
No clean hands, no holy skin
From the mud to the iron throne
I built this wrath from the bones I own
[Verse 2]
Black bread, hard rain, boots by the door
Every old wound keeps asking for more
I don’t need a crown, I don’t need a saint
I need one clear breath and a reason to break
The village sleeps but the hills still know
Names carved deep where the red roots grow
I carry the spark in a bottle of glass
Throw it at the night and I watch it collapse
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that low horn beyond the pines
Something buried is crossing the lines
[Chorus]
Break the gate, let the cold rush in
No clean hands, no holy skin
From the mud to the iron throne
I built this wrath from the bones I own
[Breakdown]
Drag me down
I return
Strike the bell
Watch it burn
No surrender
No retreat
Plant the iron
Underneath
[Bridge]
If I disappear beneath the snow
Tell the river where the wild ones go
Not to heaven, not below
Back to the earth that taught me to grow
[Final Chorus]
Break the gate, let the cold rush in
No clean hands, no holy skin
From the mud to the iron throne
I built this wrath from the bones I own
[Outro]
Ash on the river, frost on the wire
The old blood sings beneath the fire
Details
GeneratedSep 12, 2026
Duration4:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
hybrid trap-metal and techno, brutal deathcore with Slavic folk-metal motifs, lo-fi emo atmosphere, 145 BPM half-time feel, distorted 808 sub bass, clipped industrial kick and metallic percussion, tremolo-picked low guitars, blast beats and breakdowns, mournful minor-key folk fiddle and bagpipe-like drone, distant choral textures, verses with aggressive rhythmic rap and harsh growls, pre-chorus tension, huge chantable chorus, sudden stop-start breakdown, raw cassette saturation layered with a clear modern master, tight low end and abrasive midrange
Credits
Prompt by
Ms_Direction81
Ms_Direction81ModelAria v6
Prompt
rap, trap, hip hop, techno, slavic folk metal, metal, death metal, deathcore, brutal deathcore, lo-fi emo, lo-fi
