

Prompt / Lyrics
I STEP OFF THE MAP AND THE SKY STARTS CHEWING RUSTED WIND HOWLING THROUGH BONE AND PRAYER THE SEA GRABS MY ANKLES AND DRAGS ME UNDER HISTORY ANCHORS MADE OF SKULLS I TASTE IRON AND SALT AND OLD LIES YAMATAI IS A THROAT THAT NEVER CLOSES EVERY PATH LEADS INTO TEETH THE JUNGLE WATCHES ME BLEED AND DOES NOTHING IDOLS SWEAT IN THE RAIN GODS MADE OF DRIFTWOOD AND MURDER MEN IN RAGS SING TO FIRE THEIR FAITH IS A KNIFE WITH A SMILE THEY WANT MY BREATH THEY WANT MY NAME THEY WANT ME BROKEN AND BOWING I GIVE THEM SCREAMS AND EMPTY HANDS ARROWS HUM LIKE INSECTS THE STORM ANSWERS WITH LAUGHTER I CRAWL THROUGH SHIPWRECKED CENTURIES HULLS SPLIT OPEN LIKE RIBS CORPSES STILL PRAYING TO STAY DEAD I AM NOT THE HERO YOU CARVED INTO STONE I AM THE ANIMAL THAT LEARNED TO AIM FINGERS RAW TEETH GRIT HEART HAMMERING AGAINST A CAGE IT BUILT QUEENS ENTOMBED IN ASH STILL COMMAND THE WIND IMMORTALITY IS JUST ROT THAT REFUSES TO APOLOGIZE THE SUN NEVER WINS HERE THE SKY IS A FUNERAL DRUM EVERY STEP IS A BET AGAINST OBLIVION I TEAR THROUGH ALTARS SNAP BOWSTRINGS WITH MY THROAT PRAYERS DIE LOUD WHEN YOU FORCE THEM THE ISLAND FEEDS ON FEAR I FEED IT BACK ITS OWN FUCKING TEETH BLOOD IS A LANGUAGE EVERYONE UNDERSTANDS I SPEAK IT FLUENT AND SPITEFUL SURVIVAL ISN’T CLEAN IT’S A FISTFUL OF MUD AND PROMISES BROKEN IN HALF THE STORM CROWNS ME WITH SHARDS THE DEAD CLAP FROM THE TREES I WALK OUT OF THE MYTH DRIPPING AND ALIVE NOT SAVED NOT FORGIVEN JUST STILL STANDING IN THE RUINS OF THEIR GODS
Tags
metal, death metal, deathcore, brutal deathcore, technical death metal, melodic deathcore, melodic death metal, male
3:06
No
1/23/2026