Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Old road Red dust in my teeth Leather bible full of names Crossed out beneath the heat Saw a house Where the gravel turns to bone Smoke crawling from the chimney Like it knew I’d come alone [Chorus] In the temple of the ember moon She said “Child You came too soon” Silver tongue Black perfume I’m burning In the temple of the ember moon Can’t run Can’t leave this room Every prayer turns into doom I’m turning I’m turning [Verse 2] Cold glass Lantern hanging low Cards laid out like bodies On a cracked oak table’s glow Snake ring On a trembling hand She smiled like a funeral Said “I own this land” (oh yeah) [Chorus] In the temple of the ember moon She said “Child You came too soon” Silver tongue Black perfume I’m burning In the temple of the ember moon Can’t run Can’t leave this room Every hope becomes a wound I’m learning I’m learning [Bridge] [Organ and guitar trade slow Wailing phrases over a circling bass line] She carved my name in the ash Then blew it through my chest Said “You can crawl back to the road But you’ll never leave the nest” (never leave, never leave) Now every shadow hums her tune Every scar repeats her rune [Chorus] In the temple of the ember moon Every step The same old doom Silver tongue Black perfume I’m burning In the temple of the ember moon Marked by fire Bound to bloom If I die I die in tune Still turning Still turning (oh) Still turning
Tags
rock, Swampy 70s heavy blues-rock; male vocals through a tape-warmed slap echo. Guitars thick and overdriven with slow, crushing riffs; Hammond organ wails and solos between vocal phrases. Rhythm section locks a deep, unhurried pocket with booming kick and roomy tom fills. Choruses lift with stacked call-and-response backing vocals; bridge drops to bass and organ drone before a full-band, cymbal-splash climax. Vintage analog saturation across the mix., blues, deep
Duration
4:54
Instrumental
No
Created
3/10/2026