Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Stone on the table Ash on the floor Nothing is moving Still feels like a war Cold painted faces Crowd the empty air Undefined spirits Breathing everywhere [Chorus] Urn of Pandora Cracked in the corner of the room You can feel the horde awake Crawling through the quiet gloom Urn of Pandora Every shadow starts to bloom All the names I tried to hide Are standing with me in this room [Verse 2] Wax river dripping Down a rusted frame Mouths in the plaster Murmur out my name (hey) Eyes in the smoke rings Watching where I stand Something like laughter Curls around my hands [Chorus] Urn of Pandora Cracked in the corner of the room You can feel the horde awake Crawling through the quiet gloom Urn of Pandora Every shadow starts to bloom All the vows I threw away Come marching back into the room [Bridge] [Whispers swell under distant bells] I tried to hold my breath I tried to sing them shut But the silence split Like a throat cut If hope was hiding In the dust and bone It slipped out screaming “I won’t die alone” [Chorus] Urn of Pandora Cracked in the corner of the room You can feel the horde awake Crawling through the quiet gloom Urn of Pandora Nothing left for me to exhume Every fear I ever fed Sits chanting hymns inside this room
Tags
rock, Haunting gothic metal / dark ambient hybrid with male vocals; slow, downtuned guitars and droning bass under foggy synth textures. Verses ride a tense, whispered vocal over distant choirs and granular noise; chorus slams in with thick, post‑grunge walls of sound and echoing drums. Occasional dissonant piano hits and reversed swells add unease, bridge strips to spectral pads and reverb‑drenched vocal before a final crushing refrain., gothic metal, ambient, post-grunge, dark ambient
Duration
5:24
Instrumental
No
Created
4/15/2026