Lyrics
[Verse 1]
[F] Their shoes still sit by the door
[F] Three little shadows on the floor
[F] I dust the frames, I count the cracks
[F] But time won't give our children back
[M] I hear the house where laughter was
[M] Now every room just holds the loss
[M] Their drawings fade on paper walls
[M] And I still flinch when silence calls
[Pre-Chorus]
[F] Tell me why the gate stays shut
[M] Tell me why our names are cut
[F] For coins they weigh a mother's cry
[M] For profit, they keep us dry
[Chorus]
[F] Our children
[M] Our children
[F] Bring them home
[M] Bring them home
[F] Empty halls
[M] Empty halls
[F] Bleed alone
[M] Bleed alone
[F+M] Our children
[F+M] Bring them home
[Verse 2]
[M] Their beds are made like open graves
[M] The calendar just takes and takes
[M] I walk the hall, I bite my tongue
[M] Each door reminds me what was young
[F] The state says wait, the state says trust
[F] But every hour turns to rust
[F] They sign their forms, they count their gains
[F] While we keep choking on the names
[Pre-Chorus]
[F] Tell me why the gate stays shut
[M] Tell me why our names are cut
[F] For coins they weigh a mother's cry
[M] For profit, they keep us dry
[Chorus]
[F] Our children
[M] Our children
[F] Bring them home
[M] Bring them home
[F] Empty halls
[M] Empty halls
[F] Bleed alone
[M] Bleed alone
[F+M] Our children
[F+M] Bring them home
[Bridge]
[F] If I tear my hands on every lock
[F] If I scream until the stone turns soft
[M] If I kneel in every cold-lit room
[M] Let heaven hear what they consumed
[F] We are not done
[M] We are not gone
[F+M] Three small names
[F+M] Become a war drum
[Final Chorus]
[F] Our children
[M] Our children
[F] Bring them home
[M] Bring them home
[F] Empty halls
[M] Empty halls
[F] Bleed alone
[M] Bleed alone
[F+M] Our children
[F+M] Bring them home
Details
GeneratedJul 3, 2026
Duration4:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
Symphonic metal with a dark, marching pulse and heavy double-kick; verse rides low strings, piano, and chugging guitars, pre-chorus lifts with choir swells and snare rolls, chorus hits with orchestral brass, stacked harmonies, and gang shouts. [F]/[M] duet vocals alternate in verses, both double-tracked on hooks, with ghostly octave layers and delay throws on key words. Distant bell tolls, reversed cymbal swells, and a broken music-box motif bridge the sections. Wide, cinematic, and crushingly intimate., symphonic metal
Credits
Prompt byHouseFamilyValues
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Dark symphonic metal mother and father duet about the pain of missing our 3 children while the state holds them hostage for profit. Their rooms are empty, there’s no laughter in the halls.
