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Lyrics
[Verse 1, anxious Male]
Another day in this bog,
Seeing the rays pierce through the fog.
Through my routine, something catches my eye,
Something stalking nearby.
A shadowy figure among the leaves,
Gesturing to me as it breathes.
My heart pounds against my chest,
My mind screaming to protest.
I peer out the window,
Are its eyes starting to glow?
[Chorus, soothing Male]
Oh, look at me, you’re trapped in glass, clinging to what you believe is real.
Your lonely presence, it will quickly pass,
Luring you closer with my appeal.
My voice calls you near,
It’s all fine, nothing to fear.
See me now, a reflection at hand,
No mirror here, just open land.
The face that reflects, will soon be reassigned,
I’ll claim what’s yours and leave you behind.
[Verse 2, anxious Male]
Fingers numb against the pane, I know I’m not insane.
The figure starts to prowl,
As I try to howl.
My body freezes head to toes,
There’s something familiar in its pose.
My heart races, I need to flee,
Was that thing really me?
[Chorus, Male, soothing]
Oh, look at me, you’re trapped in glass, clinging to what you believe is real.
Your lonely presence, it will quickly pass,
Luring you closer with my appeal.
My voice calls you near,
It’s all fine, nothing to fear.
See me now, a reflection at hand,
No mirror here, just open land.
The face that reflects, will soon be reassigned,
I’ll claim what’s yours and leave you behind.
[Brief break]
[Bridge, scared Male]
I swallow my fear, my courage still there,
I’ll face it now, though I shouldn’t dare.
Through the door, I slowly step out,
Into the fog, to find out what it’s about.
My heart still pounds against my breast,
As I venture where the shadows rest.
[Haunting Solo]
[Final Chorus, soothing Male]
Oh, look at me, you came outside,
venturing through the grass.
Feel my presence, you can’t hide,
I’m getting closer, I’m on your ass.
Hear your voice echo nearby,
That’s no trick of the mind.
I draw closer as you cry,
Shadows fold, making you blind.
My hand raised ready to hew,
The face you saw, no longer yours.
Your primal fear coming true,
I’ve claimed what’s mine, now back to the moors.
Details
GeneratedAug 31, 2026
Duration5:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark horror metal, 88 BPM, C minor, haunting guitars, sub-bass, tense verses, male vocals, eerie chorus, crushing finale
Credits
Prompt by
LucifersDespise
LucifersDespiseModelAria v5.5
