

Prompt / Lyrics
I walked the hall of mirrors, looking for the face That whispered accusations from some hidden place I searched the burning garden, I combed the frozen shore Until I found the stranger standing at my door And he wore my eyes like lanterns He spoke my voice like rain The demon I’d been running from Was calling out my name I am the wound, I am the wine The serpent coiled around the vine I am the lock, I am the key The one who binds and sets me free The devil at the crossroads, the angel in the storm I wear the face of shadow and I keep the dreamer warm The light came down like judgment, burning through the night It poured itself to nothing trying to win the fight But darkness isn’t absence—it’s the womb where stars are born The soil that holds the seedling, the silence before the horn And I saw the blazing armies Exhaust their golden spears While the patient void remained Unchanged across the years I am the wound, I am the wine The serpent coiled around the vine I am the lock, I am the key The one who binds and sets me free The devil at the crossroads, the angel in the storm I wear the face of shadow and I keep the dreamer warm The light consumes itself to shine The darkness simply holds the line What burns must turn to ash and fade But night was never made to be afraid So lay your judgment down now, let the torches rest The guardian and tempter share a single chest The fire needs the darkness just to know it’s bright And I have learned to love the keeper of my night I am the question, I’m the prayer The hollow and the fullness there The voice that damns, the hand that saves The one who digs and fills the graves…
Tags
70’s, psychedelic rock, trippy distortion, hypnotic, male voice
5:39
No
1/17/2026