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Lyrics
A chill descends, the air grows thin
A presence felt beneath the skin
No turning back, no final plea
The shadow falls for all to see
The clock has stopped, the sands are spent
A life of virtue, time ill-spent
It matters not, your final stand
The harvest comes across the land
Black robed figure, hollow eyes
Beneath the cold and dying skies
Your final breath, a whispered cost
Another soul is claimed and lost
The scythe descends, a silver gleam
To end the fever of the dream
I've walked with kings on thrones of gold
And watched the pauper's story told
I hear the prayer, I see the tear
I am the end of every fear
Your empires built on dust and bone
Will crumble 'til you stand alone
Before the gate, you'll speak my name
And know that all are just the same
Black robed figure, hollow eyes
Beneath the cold and dying skies
Your final breath, a whispered cost
Another soul is claimed and lost
The scythe descends, a silver gleam
To end the fever of the dream
No warmth, no light, just endless gray
As all you were is stripped away
The weight of moments, joy and pain
Washed clean like tears in falling rain
A silent contract, sealed in dust
An iron will, a sacred trust
The toll is paid
The debt is met
Silence!
Details
GeneratedOct 13, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
male, live, metal, death metal, deathcore, brutal deathcore
Credits
Prompt by
syd
sydModelAria v4
