Track · May 23, 2026 · English
Abhartach Rising
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Under the hill, he waits
In a box of wet black earth
Old blood on the stone lip
Old prayers lost their worth
They buried him low and deep
Thought the ground would hold
But the night kept a hunger
And the hunger grew bold
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that scratching sound
Under the roots, under the clay
Three nails on the lid now
Something wants to wake
[Chorus]
Abhartach, rise
Red eyes in the night
Abhartach, rise
Claws on the wood, scrape, scrape
Abhartach, rise
No chain can keep you
Abhartach, rise
He comes back
[Verse 2]
The widow lit the lamp
And the smoke went thin and gray
Every dog in the yard yard
Went whining far away
He crossed the floor in silence
Like rot inside a hymn
A face from the grave, not living
But not dead enough to win
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that scratching sound
At the door, at the frame
The boy shut his hands tight
Still the shadow knew his name
[Chorus]
Abhartach, rise
Red eyes in the night
Abhartach, rise
Claws on the wood, scrape, scrape
Abhartach, rise
No chain can keep you
Abhartach, rise
He comes back
[Bridge]
They cut him down in iron
They turned the body twice
They pinned him with the elder
They salt it bone and brine
Still the earth began to tremble
Still the worms went blind
And every vow they whispered
Turned to frost inside
[Final Chorus]
Abhartach, rise
Red eyes in the night
Abhartach, rise
Claws on the wood, scrape, scrape
Abhartach, rise
No chain can keep you
Abhartach, rise
He comes back
Abhartach, rise
Under your feet now
Abhartach, rise
He's in the walls with you
Style
dark gothic folk-horror with a driving 92 bpm pulseloose hand drums and bowed low strings; verse stays sparse and broodingpre-chorus adds cracked choir whispers and rising tom hitschorus hits with gang chants and snarled doubles on the hook. use creaking door swellsreversed breathy texturesand a thunder-hit transition into the final chorus. voice is close-mic and gravewith gritty low harmonies; mix is wideshadowyand visceral.english
Prompt
Relate the Irish folktale of the Abhartach, as dark and dangerous as the story demands. Ancient horror and cobwebbed crypt energy. Growling in the dark, claws scraping, eyes glowing red in the night.
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Brigids_HearthGeneratedMay 23, 2026
ModelZona