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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Empty pot on the fire
Cold hands
Colder pride
Every horde at the table
Guarding scraps on their side
Steel boots in the doorway
Old cloak
Quiet eyes
Drops one bone in the cauldron
Says
"Watch it come alive"
[Pre-Chorus]
"You got salt?
You got grain?"
Every voice just
Spits the same
Then the smell starts
Crawling through the rain
Can't hide the hunger
Can't hide the shame
[Chorus]
Bone soup salvation
Stir it till it screams
We all bleed a little
To feed a bigger dream
You want warmth?
You want truth?
Throw it in the fire
Welcome to the bone soup
Bone soup salvation
Boiling through our blame
We all burn together
Or we all die the same
[Verse 2]
One hand drops in an onion
Another tosses in bread
Small gifts
Sharp glances
Old grudges
Underfed
Fear flakes off like rust
As the steam cuts the night
All that pride in the shadows
All that hope in the light
[Pre-Chorus]
"You got spice?
You got time?"
Every pocket
Every spine
Little pieces
Stack into a spine
Now the beast wakes
In the brine
[Chorus]
Bone soup salvation
Stir it till it screams
We all bleed a little
To feed a bigger dream
You want warmth?
You want truth?
Throw it in the fire
Welcome to the bone soup
Bone soup salvation
Boiling through our blame
We all burn together
Or we all die the same
[Bridge]
[Drums drop to tom-heavy stomp
Gang vocals]
Take what you clutch
You starve alone
Share what you clutch
It feeds the throne
Brick by brick
And bone by bone
We build a feast
Or a grave of stone (hey!)
[Chorus]
Bone soup salvation
Stir it till it screams
We all bleed a little
To feed a bigger dream
You want warmth?
You want truth?
Throw it in the fire
Welcome to the bone soup
Bone soup salvation
Boiling through our blame
We all burn together
Or we all die the same
[Outro]
One bone in the cauldron
One spark in the cold
All hands on the handle
And the hunger loses hold
Details
GeneratedJan 20, 2026
Duration3:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Early 90s groove/thrash metal, crunchy palm-muted riffs and halftime chugs, double-kick bursts into an anthemic, shout-along chorus. Gritty male vocals, call-and-response gang shouts on hooks, mid-tempo stomp that occasionally spikes into faster pre-chorus runs. Guitars sit thick and panned wide with a snarling bass in the middle; bridge drops to tom-heavy chant then explodes back into a triumphant last chorus., metal
Credits
Prompt by
LunarOutput334
LunarOutput334ModelAria v5
Prompt
90s metal, revolving around the concept of the story bone soup- where everyone has to pitch in in order to get something done.
