

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Dust in the teeth Rope on the wrist Names left behind us Salt on the lips Bodies swaying Not from the song Sun burning prayer marks Where it all went wrong [Chorus] Death on the slave caravan across the river Shadows counting heads like broken grain Every sway of the boat feels nearer Nearer To a shore that only answers us with pain [Verse 2] Man in the front Eyes made of steel Says there is mercy Over that keel Boy starts humming Old village call Voice gets quieter With every fall [Chorus] Death on the slave caravan across the river Shadows counting heads like broken grain Every sway of the boat feels nearer Nearer To a shore that only answers us with pain [Bridge] Who will remember us Once the chains change hands Will anyone say our names On that silent land [Chorus] Death on the slave caravan across the river Shadows counting heads like broken grain Every sway of the boat feels nearer Nearer To a shore that only answers us with pain
Tags
Dark, cinematic folk-blues with a slow, rattling shuffle; low-tuned acoustic guitar and bowed bass, sparse percussion like chains and wood hits. Male vocals: weary, rough around the edges, almost whispered in the verses, rising into a raw, haunted wail on the chorus. Subtle gospel-style harmonies answer key lines, with mournful harmonica swells that bloom between sections and a final fade on distant humming.
3:12
No
2/5/2026