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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
Details
GeneratedJan 23, 2026
Duration2:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
metal, death metal, deathcore, brutal deathcore, male
Credits
Prompt byNefariousNations
ModelAria v5
