Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Ash in my lungs Crown made of rust Pillars collapsing Teeth in the dust (ugh) [Verse 1] Babies cry in broken temples Priests choke on their sacred scripts Lines of kings in gilded portraits Drip and smear Their faces split Iron gates are bent like branches Banners burned to rotting threads Famine marching Thin and smiling Counting ribs and unmade beds [Chorus] Thrones of shattered bone Empires carved in stone Crumble Crumble Every god you own Hands that claimed the sky Scratch at dirt and die Crumble Crumble Hear your kingdoms dry [Verse 2] Markets flooded red and silent Coins float in a shallow grave Gold teeth clack in empty faces Grinning through the final plague Cathedrals tilt Their steeples bowing Stained glass screams in colored rain Choirs cough their final chorus Every echo tastes like pain [Breakdown] Bite the dust Chew the plague Wear your crown In the grave Bite the dust Chew the plague (We were born) Just to cave [Chorus] Thrones of shattered bone Empires carved in stone Crumble Crumble Every god you own Hands that claimed the sky Scratch at dirt and die Crumble Crumble Watch your kingdoms dry [Bridge] The last king crawls on broken fingers Drags his banner through the ash Writes his name across the wasteland Wind replies with laughing backlash [Final Breakdown] Fall To your rusted knees Fall Feed the swarming seas Fall Hear the world un-throne you Fall Let the worms crown through (ugh)
Tags
Deathcore massacre with down-tuned 8-string guitars in relentless triplets, cavernous kick and snare, and guttural male vocals. Verses stay dense and claustrophobic with tremolo riffs; the megalithic chorus opens into half-time, layered growls and distant gang shouts. Breakdowns hit like tectonic plates grinding—sub drops, pick scrapes, and dissonant chords hanging in reverb before slamming back in. Master bus is punishing yet clear, letting every chug and vocal texture feel apocalyptic., male vocals
Duration
3:32
Instrumental
No
Created
3/16/2026