[Intro –Cold Spoken Word]
Midnight strikes… the fields go still.
Something crawls beyond your will.
The cornrows part without a breeze—
A shadow moves between the trees.
Old soil trembles, wants to speak,
A hunger grown from year to week.
The land remembers every scream,
Every life cut down like a dream.
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[Verse 1 –Creeping, suspenseful]
Footsteps snap where no one stands,
A rusted blade in weathered hands.
Moonlight breaks along the steel,
A quiet promise made to kill.
Your breath stirs dust that wasn’t there,
A chill that coils around the air.
He walks with purpose, slow and grim—
The night itself makes room for him.
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[Pre-Chorus]
Your heartbeat stumbles, vision blurs,
The field repeats what once occurred.
The lost still whisper through the grain,
Their voices soft, their deaths explained.
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[Chorus –Explosive]
Welcome to the midnight harvest!
Where every soul becomes a seed!
He cuts you down without a whisper—
A monster grown from hate and need!
You can cry out for salvation,
But the soil already knows…
You’re just another invitation
For the place where nothing grows.
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[Verse 2 –Panic rising]
Lanterns swing with dying light,
Dragging shadows into night.
Your lungs burn hot, your footsteps slow—
The paths all twist to where you’ll go.
Crows rise up in frantic waves,
As if warning of the graves.
His boots hit earth with steady weight—
A heartbeat counting down your fate.
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Pre-Chorus 2]
The wind turns sharp, the stalks press in,
Your fate seeps deeper through your skin.
His presence bleeds across the land—
A nightmare shaped by calloused hands.
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[Bridge –Whisper → Scream]
[Whispered]
Run… while he still lets you…
[Screamed]
BEFORE HE HARVESTS WHAT’S LEFT OF YOU!
Blades flash red, the earth divides,
Your final hope already died.
Echoes of the ones before
Bleed out from the dirt and floor.
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[Breakdown –Brutal]
[Guttural roar]
CUT DOWN!
Dragged into the blood-stained ground!
He never lost—he’s never found!
Your body shakes, the world unwinds—
He carves his story in your spine!
Roots pull tight, your vision fades,
Buried under moonlit blades.
You feed the dirt with fear and bone—
This field was never yours to own!
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[Extended Breakdown]
The sky goes black, the crows descend,
The harvest never finds an end.
He reaps each soul the night demands—
Your fate now lies beneath his hands.
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[Final Chorus]
Welcome to the midnight harvest!
Where every soul becomes a seed!
You can beg for one more heartbeat—
But mercy’s not what killers need!
He plants you with the taken others,
An offering the night bestows.
You vanish into endless silence—
Another secret no one knows.
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[Outro –Cold, slow, empty]
The rows fall quiet… still as stone.
A single whisper: You’re not alone.
Tomorrow’s dawn reveals the cost—
Another name the fields have lost.
DemonicPrisma
