Prompt / Lyrics
They dressed violence in fertility Painted mercy on the walls Then fed women to the dark And called it balance Moonlit rooms reeking of iron Midwives turned executioners Hands that should have held life Learned how to pry it open They said suffering makes the soil holy That blood teaches crops how to grow Funny how gods always need Someone else to fucking bleed I stood where screams were archived Not remembered—stored Stone floors worn smooth By knees that never stood back up Creation and destruction Same blade Different excuse You can hear it in the chants How scared they were of choice I don’t honor cycles I break them I don’t kneel to birth through death I tear the altar apart Until it can’t tell the difference anymore Trinity studied this like a blueprint Not a warning Clipboard faith Cold hands itching for repetition I found the offerings stacked wrong Too small Too human Too aware of what was coming If pain is sacred here Then this place deserves none Let the moon look away Let the jungle rot the memory clean I won’t carry their prayers forward I won’t translate their excuses If a god needs corpses to function Let it fucking starve There’s no rebirth in this ruin Only relief When the knife finally drops And no one pretends it’s love anymore
Tags
metal, death metal, deathcore, brutal deathcore, male
Duration
2:19
Instrumental
No
Created
1/23/2026