Scorched Beneath Their Claws

[Intro]
Ash in my teeth
Sky bleeding rust
Sirens went silent
Now the ground starts to buzz
[Verse 1]
Cracks in the crust
Glow like open wounds
Tombs in the suburbs
Melted playgrounds
Twisted roofs
Charred flags flutter
On a headless pole
Footsteps in the fallout
Crawling up from below (from below)
[Chorus]
They rise
Through the fractures in the wasted land
Smoke in their lungs and blood on their hands
They climb
Out of every fault we carved
Scorched beneath their claws
And we are starved
[Verse 2]
Teeth made of shrapnel
Eyes like flares in pitch
Breathing black sermons
In a language made of itch
Cities like candles
Snuffed with a pinch
Skulls in the sand
Stacked inch by inch
[Breakdown]
Kneel in the crater (kneel)
Taste the radiant dust
Your gods were vapor
They inherit your trust
[Chorus]
They rise
Through the fractures in the wasted land
Smoke in their lungs and blood on their hands
They climb
Out of every fault we carved
Scorched beneath their claws
And we are starved
[Bridge]
They chant in siren tones
Over twisted steel bones
Every crater
Every fault line
Is an altar to our own design
[Final Breakdown]
Hands to the sky
But the sky is a wound
Mouth full of ash
As the earth crooks its tomb (hey!)
They rise
Slow as rust
Sharp as glass
We fall
One last breath through a melted mask

metal, Crushing deathcore colliding with glacial drone; male vocals shifting between subterranean growls and agonized highs. Guitars alternate tectonic, dropped-tuned chugs with jagged technical runs, framed by ominous, swelling synth drones and monolithic doom bass. Drums lurch with dragging half-time breakdowns before snapping into blast-driven assaults. Mix drenched in cavern reverb on the highs, tight and suffocating on the lows, with guttural gang shouts punching key lines., male vocals, drone metal, world