
05 - House Of The Rising Sun (Reimagination)
[Verse 1 – slow, clean guitar with reverb] There’s a place in the dying light Where broken spirits run. They call it by a wicked name— The House That Burned My Soul. My life began in shadows there, Born to rot and crawl. And that house became the cradle Of my rise and fall. [Verse 2 – clean vocals, drums enter softly] My mother cried a thousand nights, She warned me not to stay. But I walked back through those splintered doors, And the Devil knew my name. Cards and bottles on the floor, Ashes on my tongue— Every sin I swore I’d never taste I swallowed, every one. [Chorus – full distortion, anguished power] That house is a temple of ruin, Built on blood and greed. It welcomes all the lost and damned And makes them all believe That pain is just a promise, And love is just a lie. In the House That Burned My Soul, I came to live and die. [Verse 3 – heavier rhythm, low growls layered] Now I wear these chains of debt, Iron ‘round my spine. The walls still whisper in my sleep, “Your soul was always mine.” And every road I try to take Leads back to that front door. There's no redemption for the child Who crawled across its floor. [Chorus – bigger, harmonized guitars + screams] That house is a grave of sinners, Disguised in candlelight. It drains the marrow from your bones And calls it God’s own right. Regret is carved into the walls, Fear into the stone. Inside the House That Burned My Soul, You’ll never die alone. [Bridge – doom-paced, atmospheric] If I could turn the clocks to ash And break the cursed design, I'd burn that house into the ground And free my bloodline. But the past is iron, unbroken— Its doors forever stay. So I pray no other child Will ever walk that way. [Final Chorus – orchestral backing + choral screams] That house keeps breathing fire, A beast beneath the sun. It feeds on hope and innocence Till nothing’s left of one. So mother, raise your children, And tell them when they’re grown— To stay far from the House That Burned My Soul, Where I lost my own. [Outro – clean acoustic fade, whispered] There’s a place in the dying light… And it’s waiting still tonight.

