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Lyrics
[Intro]
Rust on the gate
Cold in the dawn
Boots in the dirt
Something feels wrong
[Verse 1]
Cracked wooden handle
Shovel in my hand
Breath white in the air
Rows of green soldiers
Cabbage heads lined like skulls that stare
Push back the leaves
Mud on my wrists
Heartbeat in my ears
Tiny pale fingers
Curled in the soil like forgotten years
[Pre-Chorus]
Who put you here
In this crooked land
Little red face
Sleeping in my hands
[Chorus]
In the cabbage garden
We are born from the ground
Children of the earth
Hear the roots calling out
Not from the sky
Not from feather and beak
We rise from the rows where the dirt still speaks
[Verse 2]
One becomes many
Little mouths crying thunder in the field
Eyes full of weather
Storms of a world that never learned to yield
I lift you gently
Mud on your cheeks
Naming every scar
You are my harvest
Blood of the soil
Not a falling star
[Pre-Chorus]
Who sowed this truth
Under watchful crows
Little damp lungs
Breathing where life grows
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[children’s choir] Under the leaves
Under the leaves
We are the secrets the old ones keep
[male low vocal] Not in the beak of a ghost in white
But deep in the furrows of sleepless nights
[children’s choir] Under the leaves
Under the leaves
We are the promise that never leaves
[male scream] I tear back the green
And I face what I’m made of
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 9, 2026
Duration3:46
LanguageEnglish
Style
metal, Early 2000s Euro metal riffing, double-kick gallop and palm-muted chugs, downtuned guitars. Male vocals move from gritty mid-range verses to soaring, anthemic choruses, with a bright, eerie children’s choir doubling key lines. Symphonic strings and choir hits lift the hook; breakdown hits with pinch harmonics and choir chanting in unison before a final half-time, fists-in-the-air outro., male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
LunarOutput334
LunarOutput334ModelAria v5
Prompt
2000s metal, male vocals with children's choir, finding babies under the leaves in the cabbage garden instead of a stork bringing them.
