Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Salt on my tongue Rust in my lungs Sky splits open Old wounds stung Charts all fading Ink runs black Thunder counting Each heart crack Lantern swinging Names on my teeth I drink down lightning And sing to the deep [Chorus] Oh The deep The deep Keeps calling Low voices rise as the world keeps falling Past in my bones Future in the roaring storm Where the old gods twist in a new-born form Oh The deep The deep Keeps pounding Hear those hidden hearts resounding From the broken hulls to the cold abyss Sea monsters dance to an iron kiss [Verse 2] Eyes in the foam Watch every roll Cold fins brushing The keel of my soul Tales from the tavern Breathe in my ear Turn into shadows That bloom under here Storm writes riddles On steel-gray waves I shout my curses They answer with graves [Chorus] Oh The deep The deep Keeps calling Low voices rise as the world keeps falling Past in my bones Future in the roaring storm Where the old gods twist in a new-born form Oh The deep The deep Keeps pounding Hear those hidden hearts resounding From the broken hulls to the cold abyss Sea monsters dance to an iron kiss [Bridge] [Beat strips back Distant choral hum] Sing Brothers Sing To the teeth in the tide (hey!) To the gears in the gale Where the old ghosts ride Sing Sisters Sing To the cold glass eyes To the chrome-bright fins In the blackened skies [Chorus] Oh The deep The deep Keeps calling Low voices rise as the world keeps falling Past in my bones Future in the roaring storm Where the old gods twist in a new-born form Oh The deep The deep Keeps pounding Hear those hidden hearts resounding From the broken hulls to the cold abyss Sea monsters dance to an iron kiss
Tags
Surging sea shanty welded to dark drum & bass: male vocals in a low, weathered choir on verses, then the hook slams into processed leads over rapid hi-hat grids and snarling bass. Verses feel like a cramped hull—close, reverb-heavy, almost a cappella—before exploding into half-time drops. Layer ticking percussion, metallic hits, and distant choral swells; automate filter sweeps so each chorus feels like a bigger, more futuristic wave crashing over an ancient ship., shanty, deep, electronic, drum and bass
Duration
3:24
Instrumental
No
Created
2/15/2026