Style Prompt: Dark Southern Gothic, raspy male vocals shifting from breathy close-mic verses to deep gothic slow delivery, distorted feedback and harsh static, creeping industrial drums with a slow weighty pulse, distorted bass drones, dissonant piano, scraping strings, ragged guitar, crushing heavy dark lead guitar solo] [Intro] [Static Crackle, Slow Heavy Sub-Bass Drone, Low Dissonant Piano Chords] [Verse 1] [Breathy Close-Mic Vocals, Scraping Strings] There's a rot in the timber where the porch sags down A quiet poison seeped across this town Lanterns burn black with the tallow of the dead Shadows grow long on the iron bed I hear the floorboards breathing down the hall Fingernails dragging on the plaster wall No clock is ticking, but the time grows thin Something in the dark is trying to get in [Pre-Chorus] [Distorted Bass Drone, Slow Weighty Drums] The wind brings the scent of copper and mold The soil turns sour and the hearth turns cold The well-mouth opens like a dry, dead throat Whispering the names that the devil wrote [Chorus] [Deep Gothic Slow Delivery, Heavy Ragged Guitars] When the harvest rots and the moon bleeds red There’s no place to hide from the restless dead The roots stretch out for the marrow in your spine They’ll drag you down where the dark roots twine Listen to the scrape of the rusted blade Counting up the debts that were never paid [Verse 2] [Breathy Close-Mic Vocals, Harsh Static FX] A crow hangs limp on the barbed-wire fence The fog rolls thick and the air turns dense I see two hollows where the eyes should be Staring through the glass, looking right at me Footsteps heavy on the gravel road Carrying a sack with a writhing load It doesn't ask permission and it doesn't leave a sign It just waits in the corner till the hour is mine [Pre-Chorus] [Industrial Drums Pulse, Dissonant Piano] The wind brings the scent of copper and mold The soil turns sour and the hearth turns cold The well-mouth opens like a dry, dead throat Whispering the names that the devil wrote [Chorus] [Deep Gothic Slow Delivery, Heavy Distorted Bass] When the harvest rots and the moon bleeds red There’s no place to hide from the restless dead The roots stretch out for the marrow in your spine They’ll drag you down where the dark roots twine Listen to the scrape of the rusted blade Counting up the debts that were never paid [Bridge] [Breathy Rasp, Slow Dissonant Build] The creek runs thick with a stagnant stain Bones click together like a rusty chain No church bells ringing, no prayers to say The night swallows whole what is left of the day It’s coming up the steps with a slow, heavy tread To gather up the living and quiet the dead [Guitar Solo] [Crushing Heavy Dark Lead Guitar Solo, Slow Melancholic Pitch-Bends, Heavy Distortion] [Chorus] [Deep Gothic Slow Delivery, Maximum Instrumentation, No Screaming] When the harvest rots and the moon bleeds red There’s no place to hide from the restless dead The roots stretch out for the marrow in your spine They’ll drag you down where the dark roots twine Listen to the scrape of the rusted blade Counting up the debts that were never paid [Outro] [Music Fades to Harsh Static and Dissonant Piano] [Low Breathy Rasp] The well is open... The debt is paid... [Slow Wind Howl, Sub-Bass Drone] [Fade to silence]
