Prompt / 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]
Tags
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
Duration
3:46
Instrumental
No
Created
1/9/2026