Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Ash in the air Candles cough black smoke Cracked church window Moon cuts through the cloak Rust on the blade But the edge still gleams You were born in shadow Screaming through the seams (yeah) [Chorus] Bow to the birth of a new reaper Cold hands reaching Pulling me deeper Crib made of bones Lullaby of fever Crown made of thorns for the soulkeeper Bow to the birth of a new reaper Name carved quiet in the soul-seether Blood in the sky Ticking down Tick cheaper Hail to the birth of a new reaper [Verse 2] Tiny pale fist Clutching threadbare fate Ink-black iris Stares right through the gate Choir turned stone Every prayer falls flat You just laugh Soft In your funeral wrap (ha) [Chorus] Bow to the birth of a new reaper Cold hands reaching Pulling me deeper Crib made of bones Lullaby of fever Crown made of thorns for the soulkeeper Bow to the birth of a new reaper Name carved quiet in the soul-seether Blood in the sky Ticking down Tick cheaper Hail to the birth of a new reaper [Bridge] First breath tastes like cinder First step breaks the year Every clock grows splinters Every saint grows fear (fear) You don’t crawl You hover Over roots and stone Tiny Vicious brother Of the great unknown (hey!) [Chorus] Bow to the birth of a new reaper Cold hands reaching Pulling me deeper Crib made of bones Lullaby of fever Crown made of thorns for the soulkeeper Bow to the birth of a new reaper Name carved quiet in the soul-seether Blood in the sky Ticking down Tick cheaper Hail to the birth of a new reaper
Tags
metal, Modern metal with downtuned, palm-muted guitars and double-kick bursts; verses ride a menacing half-time groove that erupts into a huge, chant-ready chorus. Layer harsh male vocals on the verses with towering, melodic hooks on the chorus; add dissonant lead lines, a brief tremolo-picked break in the bridge, and a crushing, wide mix.
Duration
4:29
Instrumental
No
Created
3/23/2026