95 D minor 4/4 deep, distorted sharp, reverb-heavy

metallic, slightly detuned

dark, trashy heavily distorted, low-end focused downtuned, high gain eerie, delay-soaked atmospheric, slowly evolving aggressive, bit-crushed glitchy, unpredictable

processed, slightly pitched-down

ethereal, reverb-heavy machinery, metallic impacts creaking doors, distant screams large, metallic space synced to tempo, feedback-heavy tube-like, warm heavy on drums and bass boosted for weight scooped for clarity slightly rolled off wide range, sudden volume changes wide, with unsettling panning dense, with subtle background textures abrupt, jarring between sections [Verse 1] In corridors of stagnant air Silhouettes stand, frozen in despair (frozen in despair) Walls closing in, a living tomb Breathing shallow in the gloom (shallow in the gloom) Faceless players, pawns in place Trapped in time and endless space (endless space) The game begins, no rules are clear Survival hangs on threads of fear [Chorus] Frozen figures in a twisted game Paralyzed by fear, they're all the same The Nightmare Walker stalks the line Puppeteer of flesh and spine Whispers "one (one), two (two), three (three)" in lifeless tone Turns to find who's flesh, who's stone In this claustrophobic domain Souls are trapped in endless strain [Verse 2] Footsteps echo, slow and grim Reality starts to grow dim (starts to grow dim) The Walker's form, a shifting haze Conductor of this deathly maze (this deathly maze) Eyes shut tight, they dare not peek Muscles tense and knees grow weak (knees grow weak) Each second stretches like a year As the Walker draws ever near [Verse 3] Sweat beads form on trembling skin The air grows thick and hard to breathe in (hard to breathe in) Heartbeats race, a frantic drum Anticipating what's to come (what's to come) In this purgatory they stand Puppets to an unseen hand (unseen hand) No escape, no finish line Just the Walker's grand design In this claustrophobic domain Souls are trapped in endless strain [Verse 2] Footsteps echo, slow and grim Reality starts to grow dim (starts to grow dim) The Walker's form, a shifting haze Conductor of this deathly maze (this deathly maze) Eyes shut tight, they dare not peek Muscles tense and knees grow weak (knees grow weak) Each second stretches like a year As the Walker draws ever near [Verse 3] Sweat beads form on trembling skin The air grows thick and hard to breathe in (hard to breathe in) Heartbeats race, a frantic drum Anticipating what's to come (what's to come) In this purgatory they stand Puppets to an unseen hand (unseen hand) No escape, no finish line Just the Walker's grand design [Chorus] Frozen figures in a twisted game Paralyzed by fear, they're all the same The Nightmare Walker stalks the line Puppeteer of flesh and spine Whispers "one(one), two (two), three (three)" in lifeless tone Turns to find who's flesh, who's stone In this claustrophobic domain Souls are trapped in endless strain [Verse 4] Silent screams behind still lips Sanity begins to slip (begins to slip) The Walker's touch, a glacial chill Bending minds to twisted will (twisted will) Time distorts, a ceaseless loop Trapped within this spectral group (spectral group) No winners in this dire game Each player's fate remains the same [Verse 5] Limbs grow heavy, thoughts grow numb To the Walker's will succumb (will succumb) A living statue garden grows Where once were souls, now empty rows (now empty rows) The game persists without an end Reality continues to bend (continues to bend) In this nightmare's iron grip Consciousness begins to slip [Verse 6] The Walker reigns supreme, alone Over this realm of flesh and bone (flesh and bone) A twisted "Red Light, Green Light" play Where losers can't escape away (can't escape away) Frozen in eternal night Trapped between wrong move and right (wrong move and right) The game goes on forevermore Souls bound to this haunted floor [Chorus] Frozen figures in a twisted game Paralyzed by fear, they're all the same The Nightmare Walker stalks the line Puppeteer of flesh and spine Whispers "one (one), two (two), three (three)" in lifeless tone Turns to find who's flesh, who's stone In this claustrophobic domain Souls are trapped in endless strain [Verse 4] Silent screams behind still lips Sanity begins to slip (begins to slip) The Walker's touch, a glacial chill Bending minds to twisted will (twisted will) Time distorts, a ceaseless loop Trapped within this spectral group (spectral group) No winners in this dire game Each player's fate remains the same [Verse 5] Limbs grow heavy, thoughts grow numb To the Walker's will succumb (will succumb) A living statue garden grows Where once were souls, now empty rows (now empty rows) The game persists without an end Reality continues to bend (continues to bend) In this nightmare's iron grip Consciousness begins to slip [Verse 6] The Walker reigns supreme, alone Over this realm of flesh and bone (flesh and bone) A twisted "Red Light, Green Light" play Where losers can't escape away (can't escape away) Frozen in eternal night Trapped between wrong move and right (wrong move and right) The game goes on forevermore Souls bound to this haunted floor [Chorus] Frozen figures in a twisted game Paralyzed by fear, they're all the same The Nightmare Walker stalks the line Puppeteer of flesh and spine Whispers "one (one), two (two), three (three)" in lifeless tone Turns to find who's flesh, who's stone In this claustrophobic domain Souls are trapped in endless strain [Chorus] Frozen figures in a twisted game Paralyzed by fear, they're all the same The Nightmare Walker stalks the line Puppeteer of flesh and spine Whispers "one (one), two (two), three (three)" in lifeless tone Turns to find who's flesh, who's stone In this claustrophobic domain Souls are trapped in endless strain [end]

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