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Lyrics
[Intro]
Low sky
Cold teeth
Boots in the mud
We all breathe grief
[Verse 1]
I was sworn in blood
Carved oath in my palm, let it drip on the dust
Every step, one name
Every name, one grave, one more rusted gun
I march with the dead I made
They follow my heel, they gnaw on my shame
Faces in the fog, all the ones I erased
Now they wear my flag on their broken plates
Teeth like tombstones
Hands like shackles on my coat
They chant my code
Every syllable a choke hold round your throat
I don’t beg for grace
I drag it out the temple by the face
If the priest wanna pray in my way
He gon' wake up nailed where the saints once stayed
[Chorus]
This is blood of my creed
Every corpse, every scream, every deed (yeah)
You can run from the knife, not the need
When I say rise, they rise for the feed (for the feed)
Undead army in my shadow when I bleed
Got the whole war buried underneath my feet
You ain’t safe in the church or the street
I got killers in the dirt
That obey what I speak
[Verse 2]
You talk faith?
I talk famine
I talk ribcage drums, hearts hammerin'
I turned halos into handcuffs
Turned sermons into standards
Lifted on the lances of the damned ones
They don’t rot, they recruit
Every fall, new skull in the boots
They remember how you laughed at the noose
Now they tapping on your window like, "We choose you"
Eyes like coals that confess
They seen all your sins, they impressed
Now they want more flesh for the crest
More throats for the oath on my chest
I’m the saint of the slaughter
Baptize you in the mud and the martyr
Every drip from your jaw on the altar
Writes one more line in my charter
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Hands up?
They still reaching from the ground
Hear that?
Jawbones knocking like a crowd
You pray?
Every word just feeds my hounds
You bleed?
That’s my banner now
[low vocal register] I command what you tried to bury
[whispered vocals] And it all comes back when I’m ready
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 24, 2025
Duration2:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark, aggressive trap banger with snarling male vocals, detuned bells, and menacing choir stabs. Drums slam with swung hi-hats and heavy, distorted low end; verses are tight and percussive, almost shouted, with occasional pitched-down ad-libs. Hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and eerie risers, then drops back to a bare, stalking groove for the final section.
Credits
Prompt by
FRAILKING
FRAILKINGModelAria v5
Prompt
A angry aggressive rap song about creed, murder, undead army
