Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Gravel road
Dead-end town
All the mailboxes
Flagged down
Porch lights off
Curtains pinned
Every Sunday sermon
Thinned to wind
Then the gray rolled in
Thicker than sin
"Just a little weather"
Yeah
Right—begin
[Chorus]
Fog over Hollow Point
Names etched into the clouds
I hunt the butcher in the blur
While the church bells howl too loud
If I cross that painted line
I might not come back as me
Fog over Hollow Point
Turn the missing into teeth
[Verse 2]
Tracks in the mud
But the feet ain't right
Heel prints split
Into claws by night
Sheriff's badge
Hung on a nail
Radio hissing
Like it’s reading Braille
I mark each house
With a numbered door
Every friend I had
Scratched into the floor
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
They go in breathing
They come out burned
Eyes like coal
Skin that churns
Your mother's voice
From a twisted grin
Calling my name
From a stranger's skin
[growled]
I tie this rope
Around my faith
Walk straight in
Face to face
[Chorus]
Style
metalmodern metalcore with male vocalsdrop-tuned guitars chugging under eerie clean arpeggios. start sparse and tensethen explode into double-kick and dissonant riffs on the chorus. screamed leads with distant clean harmonies on key lines; breakdown hits with syncopated chugsbass dropsand a choir-like pad shadowing the final hook.
Prompt
Metal,male,hunting a serial killer who’s been killing everyone in a small town its been silent for years until the town gets covers with fog making everyone who enters disappear and turn into demons
Credits
Prompt byCultivating_The_Dark
GeneratedDec 31, 2025
ModelAria v5
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