[Production Notes: Drawing from the ancient, glowing reaper in the mist-shrouded woods—his emerald scythe arcing through eternity—this track channels cosmic obligation as a living sonic pursuit. It references esoteric cycles of soul-harvest and primordial feeders through a composition that begins as whispered invocation and mutates into thunderous release, unexpectedly fusing weary folk introspection with industrial bone-rattle and symphonic swells that shift like the reaper’s own exhausted stride turning resolute. Instrumental breaks evoke the swirling maelstrom itself, while dynamic cliffs and builds mirror the inevitability of balance restored.] [Intro: distant glowing synth hum like emerald fire in fog, faint scythe whooshes and wind through clawing branches, whispered vocals barely piercing the mist] [soft, cracked whisper, barely above breath] Listen close… fleeting one… my melody calls from eons spun… [Verse 1: sparse harp and cello enter with slow, weary footfall rhythm, vocals gain storyteller weight] [raspy, deliberate, every word weighted by centuries] In forests veiled where bare limbs claw the starless sky my emerald gaze carves the veil where living rivers die Ragged cloak of midnight, hung with skulls that softly chime silver chains of souls swing in the rhythm of lost time You flee through thorns that taste your blood and call your name yet obligation’s iron hand still guides me through the flame [Refrain: light chain percussion joins, repeating motif with faint choral echo] I will find you (I... will... find... you...) [Instrumental Break 1: sudden industrial beat drops like scythe swing, glowing synth slices cut through harp, building tension without words, evoking the relentless approach] [no vocals—pure sonic pursuit, chains rattle faster] [Verse 2: full band locks in, cello deepens, vocals sharpen with weary urgency] [gravelly rasp rising, open vowels cracking on the edges] Eons press these bony shoulders, heavy with the toll not pleasure, not for vice, but balance claims its soul From maelstrom’s hungry maw the ancients sup and wait I ferry every spark of life across the final gate You beg forgotten gods, you hide in hollow prayer my song still threads the dark—inevitable snare [Refrain: louder now, choir of distant souls layers underneath] I will find you (I... will... find... you...) [Bridge: tempo collapses to near-spoken drone over minimal pulsing synth, then strings swell like rising green fire] [half-spoken, exhausted, breath ragged] Not joy drives this thankless endless coil of night and day just duty’s ancient wheel that never bends or strays My weary frame endures so greater hungers feed the cycle spins unbroken—life to death, decreed [Climactic Chorus: symphonic explosion—distorted guitars crash in like shattering bone, vocals strain and break with cathartic roar, full electronic maelstrom swirls] I look for you! Though bones ache with the weight of years (I look for you!) not pleasure, not for vice, but through the endless tears of cosmic duty—into vortex I must lead your soul will join the feast the ancients truly need So... little one... Listen close… [shouted, cracked, chest-forward defiance mixed with sorrow] I LOOK FOR YOU! (I look for you!) [shouted, cracked, chest-forward defiance mixed with sorrow] RUN! (I look for you!) [shouted, cracked, chest-forward defiance mixed with sorrow] HIDE! (I look for you!) [shouted, cracked, chest-forward defiance mixed with sorrow] FIGHT! (I look for you!) [shouted, cracked, chest-forward defiance mixed with sorrow] But in the end... [shouted, cracked, chest-forward defiance mixed with sorrow] I WILL FIND YOU! (I will find you!) [Outro: everything fractures into swirling electronic maelstrom, harp returns fragile and distant, refrain echoes into infinite fade] [whisper returning, fading like green glow dying in mist] (I will find you!) (I will find you!) [Small instrumental of just a few seconds duration] [whisper returning, fading like green glow dying in mist] You... are... mine... [Fades into silence]
