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Lyrics
[Verse]
Shadow-born, a cradle of rot,
Hands that turn gold into dust, forgot.
Breath of night, a chill that lingers,
The curse carves deep with phantom fingers.
[Chorus]
I wanted to dream, but I’m the scream.
A cradle of light, torn at the seam.
Born to heal, but I bring decay,
The Boogeyman dances where hope can't stay.
[Verse 2]
Creak of floorboards, my lullaby,
Echoes whisper where the brave won't lie.
I reach for warmth, it slips away,
Everything I touch turns to ash and grey.
[Prechorus]
Sand slips through my broken palms,
The stars retreat, the void hums psalms.
[Chorus]
I wanted to dream, but I’m the scream.
A cradle of light, torn at the seam.
Born to heal, but I bring decay,
The Boogeyman dances where hope can't stay.
[Bridge]
I begged the dark for a shard of grace,
But the mirror cracked, my shadow's face.
Laughter echoes where love should bloom,
A garden of fear, my eternal tomb.
Details
GeneratedAug 19, 2025
Duration3:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
dark folk with sparse acoustic guitar, slow, folk, decayed vocal texture; male vocals, light, and an eerie, rap, haunting strings
Credits
Prompt by
Lycanthrope4
Lycanthrope4ModelAria v4
Prompt
Slow, dark, self hating, a desire to heal but decays all he touches, wishing for light trapped in dark, a desire to be the Sandman but was born the Boogeyman, folk, nightmare user, fearmonger, corrupt
