(Intro – whispered, eerie tone)
Yeah…
Down by the cypress roots…
Candles burnin’ black flame…
He waits.
(Verse 1)
Midnight mist, I walk where the dead don’t rest,
Swamp breath thick, heart poundin' in my chest.
Chalk circles, bones clack under my boot,
Blood moon grin and the shadows salute.
Whispers in the reeds, they hum in tongues,
Smell of brimstone roll off rotted lungs.
He called me here, voice cold like a tomb,
Said “Boy, what you need? I’ll bloom your doom.”
(Chorus)
He said: "Sign here, feel the ink in your veins,
Power for pain, thunder in chains."
Eyes like coal, voice smoother than ether,
I made my vow to the Soul Stealer.
Ash to ash, and bone to bone,
Trade your flesh for an obsidian throne.
He smiled, I shook — can’t unsee the dealer,
Now I ride with the Soul Stealer.
(Verse 2)
Gold teeth glistened like a serpent’s grin,
Smoke rose slow from the fire within.
He pulled a scroll from a crow’s cracked beak,
Said, “Speak your will, but beware what you seek.”
My hands bled ink as I wrote my fate,
Every line signed sealed the devil’s gate.
Now I spit bars with a voice not mine,
Every word I drop is a cursed design.
Drums beat slow like a warlock’s march,
Soul got caged in a stitched-up arch.
I walk tall but I don’t cast a shade,
‘Cause the deal I made won’t ever fade.
(Chorus)
He said: "Sign here, feel the ink in your veins,
Power for pain, thunder in chains."
Eyes like coal, voice smoother than ether,
I made my vow to the Soul Stealer.
Ash to ash, and bone to bone,
Trade your flesh for an obsidian throne.
He smiled, I shook — can’t unsee the dealer,
Now I ride with the Soul Stealer.
(Bridge – spoken, layered with distorted vocals)
He don't want gold.
He don’t want praise.
He want your rhythm…
And the beat of your days.
(Outro – fading out, dissonant chant)
Now my voice is a sermon,
My breath is a curse,
Each rhyme I spit
Just makes it worse.
Don’t seek the power if you ain’t the healer,
Or you’ll dance with death and the Soul Stealer
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