Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Damp wood Cold silk on my throat Rusted nails Every breath tastes like smoke I count cracks In the satin like stars Hear a thud Then the silence in my heart [Pre-Chorus] Is that thunder? Or the shovel they forgot? Is that your name? Or a worm in the rot? I press my palms Till the splinters draw a sign If you can hear me Answer from the other side [Chorus] Dead ringer Hear the bell start singing low In my coffin Like a prayer you used to know My screams are drowning In this graveyard of my nerve Six feet of secrets Between my mouth and your world Free me from darkness Let me rise into the night Free me from darkness Drag me Bleeding Into light [Verse 2] Dried rose Pinned sharp to my chest Lipstick letters Folded into my vest I mouth words That I never got to say You wear black But you never saw the grave [Pre-Chorus] Is that thunder? Or your footsteps in the rain? Is that your ring Scratching softly at my name? I claw the lid Till my fingers turn to dust If you remember Turn my ruin into trust [Chorus] Dead ringer Hear the bell start singing low In my coffin Like a prayer you used to know My screams are drowning In this graveyard of my nerve Six feet of secrets Between my mouth and your world Free me from darkness Let me rise into the night Free me from darkness Drag me Bleeding Into light [Bridge] If love was a spell Why am I still entombed? If you were my heaven Why am I under you? If you taste the soil On the wind tonight Follow the chime Follow the blight (come find me) [Chorus] Dead ringer Hear the bell start singing low In my coffin Like a shattered halo My screams are burning Through the stone and through the dirt Six feet of curses But your name is still a word Free me from darkness Let me rise into the night Free me from darkness Take my hand and join the night
Tags
metal, Melodic goth metal with male vocals; dual guitars in dropped tuning weaving tremolo-picked verses and crushing chords in the chorus. Mid-tempo stomp that swells into double-kick surges; church bell samples and choral pads haunt the edges. Vocal arc from hushed, close-mic whispers to towering, layered screams on the hook, with a soaring, minor-key lead guitar answering the final lines., soft, romantic
Duration
4:59
Instrumental
No
Created
2/1/2026