Prompt / Lyrics
Hallow! [Intro] [soft, ethereal woodwind melody fades in] Psh-taka-psh-psh.. Gone... so far away... Where did they go? [Verse 1] I remember the laughter in the summer rain Before the shadows whispered a different name You turned your back for a moment’s grace And the mist moved in to take their place No footprints left in the morning dew Just a ring of mushrooms where the garden grew. [Pre-Chorus] [Bass gets heavy and pulsing] The silver bells are ringing from the ancient mound A shimmering light that makes no sound We’re calling out into the deep of the night But the forest is swallowing the candlelight! [Chorus] [Grand, explosive pop production] Stolen away to the hollow hill Where the time is frozen and the heart is still! The fey have taken what we used to hold Trading our young for a crown of gold Lost loves wandering the twilight glade Caught in a bargain that the spirits made Oh, give ‘em back, don't let the fire go cold! [Verse 2] I see your face in the reflection of the stream But you’re just a ghost in a changeling’s dream They promised forever in a land of green The most beautiful world that you’ve ever seen But the fruit is bitter and the wine is lies I can see the glamour in your emerald eyes! [Bridge] [Music drops to a low, rhythmic stomp with Gregorian-style chanting] Don't eat the honey, don't drink the salt... It’s not your mercy, it’s not your fault... NO! They’re dancing in a circle of stone! THEY’RE NEVER COMING HOME! Never coming home… [Guitar Solo] [A soaring, distorted electric guitar solo with a "mystical" reverb] [Chorus] Stolen away to the hollow hill Where the time is frozen and the heart is still! The fey have taken what we used to hold Trading our young for a crown of gold Lost loves wandering the twilight glade Caught in a bargain that the spirits made. [Verse 3] I hear the laughter echoing through the hall But the shadows are stretched too long against the wall You’re dancing in slippers made of silver and glass While a hundred years in the world outside pass The music is a fever, the rhythm is a trap And there’s no way back on this twisted map I’m calling your name but the wind blows it thin How do I save you from the state you’re in? [Outro] [Music fades to a single, lonely synth pad] Just a memory in the mist... I'll find you... The fey... the fey... [Final sharp, breathy exhale] Hah! Shrine!
Tags
115 - BPM / Darkwave, Industrial pop, New Jack Funk, male
Duration
4:39
Instrumental
No
Created
3/8/2026