[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] Out on the cobblestone streets tonight A dragging cloak leaving trails of blight Scythe rusted black with dried-up gore Dragging through the dust by your front door He doesn't know whose name was drawn He doesn't care whose blood is gone He walks the alleyways slow and blind Severing every soul he can find [Pre-Chorus] [Distorted Bass Drone, Slow Weighty Drums] One job to do, one throat to break He forgot the name, so he'll just take Every living thing in the path he makes [Chorus] [Deep Gothic Slow Delivery, Heavy Ragged Guitars] Oh, the Reaper wanders through the gray Harvesting the flesh till the break of day Tearing off the heads that refuse to pray Oh, the Reaper has lost his way Now everyone bleeds so he gets his pay [Verse 2] [Breathy Close-Mic Vocals, Harsh Static FX] He knocked on a door and carved them down Slit the black cat and starved the town A ghost choked blood on the cobblestone floor As he dragged their corpses from door to door The hood is heavy with the stench of decay He’ll reap the whole world just to find his way [Pre-Chorus] [Industrial Drums Pulse, Dissonant Piano] The scythe drags low, the iron rings A harvest of teeth and severed rings [Chorus] [Deep Gothic Slow Delivery, Heavy Distorted Bass] Oh, the Reaper wanders through the gray Harvesting the flesh till the break of day Tearing off the heads that refuse to pray Oh, the Reaper has lost his way Now everyone bleeds so he gets his pay [Bridge] [Breathy Rasp, Slow Dissonant Build] Masks and costumes hide the face So he flays the skin from the human race Looking for a target through the screaming crowd Wrapping every child in a crimson shroud He wants to join the feast, he wants to take a bite Carving up the living in the pale moonlight [Guitar Solo] [Crushing Heavy Dark Lead Guitar Solo, Slow Melancholic Pitch-Bends, Heavy Distortion] [Chorus] [Deep Gothic Slow Delivery, Maximum Instrumentation, No Screaming] Oh, the Reaper wanders through the gray Harvesting the flesh till the break of day Tearing off the heads that refuse to pray Oh, the Reaper has lost his way Now everyone bleeds so he gets his pay [Outro] [Music Fades to Harsh Static and Dissonant Piano] [Low Breathy Rasp] No names left... Just the harvest... [Slow Wind Howl, Sub-Bass Drone] [Fade to silence]
