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Lyrics
(Verse 1: The Veil's Whisper)
I slip through the cracks where the shadows convene,
A flicker of ash in the midnight machine.
No door, no key, just a breath on the wind,
From one fragile mind to the next, I begin.
Eyes flutter shut, and the world turns to silk,
Threads of their fears, where the hunters drink milk.
Burnt edges curl like a promise untold,
I ride the nightmare's vein, silent and cold.
(Chorus: Echoes Unseen)
Between the dreams, I am the ghost in the seam,
A razor-thread pullin', unravelin' the dream.
No face in the mirror, no name on the stone,
Just the scrape of my hunger, the chill in the bone.
They toss, they turn, but the trap's already sprung,
I teleport the terror, the song left unsung.
From cradle to crypt, I weave through the night,
The endless parade of their flickering fright.
(Verse 2: Threads of the Tattered)
One soul's a garden, all thorns and sweet lies,
I prune with my whispers, watch petals disguise.
Next, a storm-ravaged hall, echoes of screams,
I dance in the lightning, unravel their seams.
No body to bury, no grave to defile,
Just portals of panic, mile after mile.
Their heartbeats quicken, a drum in the dark,
I feed on the frenzy, ignite every spark.
(Bridge: The Burned Horizon)
The weave pulls me under, then spits me anew,
A specter of cinders, forever askew.
No dawn dares to chase me, no light holds my form,
I am the itch in the storm, the thorn in the warm.
They wake with the sweat, but the scar lingers deep,
My mark in their marrow, a secret they keep.
Teleport through the torment, no end to the ride,
Eternal intruder, with nowhere to hide.
(Chorus Reprise: Fading into Fracture)
Between the dreams, I am the ghost in the seam,
A razor-thread pullin', unravelin' the dream.
No face in the mirror, no name on the stone,
Just the scrape of my hunger, the chill in the bone.
They toss, they turn, but the trap's already sprung,
I teleport the terror, the song left unsung.
From cradle to crypt, I weave through the night,
The endless parade... of their flickering fright.
(Outro: The Last Flicker)
And when the last thread snaps, I linger, I wait,
For the next fragile flutter to seal their own fate.
No mercy in motion, no pause in the glide,
I am the shadow that slips... right inside.
(Fade with a low, scraping hum, like claws on silk)
(Outro: The Last Flicker)
And when the last thread snaps, I linger, I wait,
For the next fragile flutter to seal their own fate.
No mercy in motion, no pause in the glide,
I am the shadow that slips... right inside.
(Fade with a low, scraping hum, like claws on silk)
Details
GeneratedOct 4, 2025
Duration5:59
Style
rock, post-metal, industrial, ambient, dark reverb synthwave, dark edm guitar synths, haunting dark neon
Credits
Prompt by
LegionX
LegionXModelAria v4
