Feed the deep

[assault, blending the atmospheric dread of black metal with the mechanical ferocity of grindcore]
[Technical Specifications]
[220 BPM]
 [Tuning: Drop B]
 [Vocal Style: Shrill black metal screeches, deep death growls, and occasional piercing pig squeals]
  [ Constant gravity blasts and hyper-clatter snare work]
[Verse 1]
[Instruments: High-gain tremolo picking on the lead guitar; the bass mimics the rhythm with a fuzzy, distorted tone. Drums start with a rapid-fire d-beat.]
The veil is thick, a shroud of iron-grey,
Where logic ends and shadows start to play.
Does the mind collapse like a dying star,
Or drift to realms where the ancient horrors are?
We peer into the dark, eyes wide and blind,
Seeking a truth the living cannot find.
The great "beyond" is a locked and rusted gate,
While we rot in the lobby, resigned to our fate.
[Chorus 1]
[Instruments: Sudden shift to a grindcore "micro-song" feel. Maximum speed. Bass is clanking. Vocals: Shift to a low, guttural growl punctuated by a sharp PIG SQUEAL at the end of the second line.]
Feed the loam, feed the deep,
[PIG SQUEAL]
The secrets of the soul are for the worms to keep!
One final breath, the silver cord is torn,
Into the mouth of the earth, we are reborn.
[Verse 2]
[Instruments: The guitars move into dissonant, jarring chords. Drums switch to relentless hyper-blasting. Vocals: Piercing, high-pitched shrieks]
Is it a hall of gold or a pit of flame?
Or just a void without a face or name?
Curiosity is a curse we bear in the light,
Until we’re swallowed by the velvet night.
The neuro-pathways flicker and then go cold,
A story finished, a tale no longer told.
The grand design is written in the mud,
Signed in the ink of our cooling, stagnant blood.
Chorus 2
[Instruments: Repeat the grindcore explosion]
[EXTENDED PIG SQUEAL]
One final breath, the silver cord is torn,
Into the mouth of the earth, we are reborn.
[Verse 3]
[Instruments: A brief, half-second silence followed by a heavy, sludgy breakdown that quickly accelerates back to 220 BPM. Guitars are playing frantic, chromatic scales]
We are but vessels of organic waste,
Which the hungry soil is dying to taste.
The King and the Beggar share the same bed,
A banquet of bone for the kingdom of the dead.
The "Afterlife" is a dream for the scared,
While the physical truth is a feast prepared.
Nitrogen, carbon, a chemical trade,
The only debt that is ever truly paid
[Chorus 3]
[Instruments: The final chorus is the most chaotic. The guitars are a wall of white noise. The drums are at the limit of human speed]
Feed the loam, feed the deep,
[RAPID-FIRE PIG SQUEALS]
The secrets of the soul are for the worms to keep!
One final breath, the silver cord is torn,
Into the mouth of the earth, we are reborn 
​[Outro]
​The mystery ends in a mouthful of grit
The candle goes out, and that is simply it
No golden throne, no eternal fire,
Just the damp embrace of the funeral pyre
We are the harvest, the fruit of the sun,
The dirt takes us back when the  breathing is done

Norwegian satanic black metal, death metal, male growling shrieks with pig squeals, technical guitar, breakdown drumming