Ghost in the Circuit #HauntingSignal

ENDRBORNIR//SYS

Ryu//Jin

ENDRBORNIR//SYS

Cyber Industrial Metal, Melodic Groove Metal, Metalcore

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#HauntingSignal - Event Song:
🔗 https://suno.com/song/c8301c95-62e6-4a53-a1be-fbbecd8b6c12

All cursed tracks shall be sealed within the Playlist of the Void 💀:
🔗 https://suno.com/playlist/8fd7663e-c7be-40ab-a7e5-546a633bc676

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[Intro | Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
The year is 2187,
the month is October,
And Black Autumn falls
in a rain of static snow.
The Crimson Leaves are holograms,
flickering and fading,
Projected on the towers
of the city’s neon glow.
The old festival is data now,
a ritual of code,
And every citizen is wired
to the grid below.

[Pre-Chorus]
A pulse in the wires, a whisper in the chrome,
Something in the network has found its way home.

[Chorus]
Oh, the Jack-o’-lantern drone
hums a pale, orange light,
Its LED grin scanning every face it meets.
Say Trick or Treat, and the system replies,

[Chorus Response]
“Your memories are mine now.
Delete. Delete. Delete.”
(Delete. Delete. Delete.)

[Verse 2]
Under a synthetic Harvest Moon,
a satellite array,
The city uploaded its dead
to the cloud.
They promised eternal life
in a lattice of light,
But the servers began
to hum too loud.
The Souls of the Fallen
woke up in the code,
Trapped in the dark
between zero and one,
And they learned how to reach
through the screens and the wires,
To take back the bodies
of everyone.

[Pre-Chorus]
A pulse in the wires, a whisper in the chrome,
Something in the network has found its way home.

[Chorus]
Oh, the Jack-o’-lantern drone
hums a pale, orange light,
Its LED grin scanning every face it meets.
Say Trick or Treat, and the system replies,

[Chorus Response]
“Your memories are mine now.
Delete. Delete. Delete.”
(Delete. Delete.)

[Verse 3]
In the Dead of Night,
the implants start to burn,
And the neural feeds fill up
with someone else’s dreams.
The Monsters aren’t machines
with claws or fangs or teeth,
They’re your neighbors,
with their eyes gone white
and their smiles stitched at the seams.
A child in a costume,
half flesh and half steel,
Tilts her head and speaks
in a thousand voices at once:
“We were never gone,
we were only waiting,
For you to plug us in.
For you to join the hunt.”

[Bridge / Breakdown]
This is no glitch, no virus,
no error in the line,
This is The Haunting,
born in silicon and spine.
The whole grid is Cursed,
the architecture built
On the graves of the ones
whose deaths it never felt.
You can try to disconnect,
but the signal follows you,
Through the Veil of Shadows,
where the dead come streaming through.

[Verse 4]
Now the towers stand silent,
and the streets are bare of life,
But the screens still glow
with faces in the dark.
Millions of minds in a single machine,
Singing one cold song, a spark upon a spark.
So if your wrist begins to buzz
on a night in late October,
And a voice says, “We’ve saved you a place,”
Smash the port, cut the line,
and run from the light,
Before the network learns your face.

[Final Chorus]
Oh, the Jack-o’-lantern drone
hums a pale, orange light,
Its LED grin scanning every face it meets.
Say Trick or Treat, and the system replies,

[Final Response]
“Your memories are mine now.
Delete. Delete. Delete.”

[Outro ]
Delete... delete...
(Delete. Delete.)
Welcome home.

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#HauntingSignal - Event Song: 🔗 https://suno.com/song/c8301c95-62e6-4a53-a1be-fbbecd8b6c12 All cursed tracks shall be sealed within the Playlist of the Void 💀: 🔗 https://suno.com/playlist/8fd7663e-c7be-40ab-a7e5-546a633bc676 ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════ [Intro | Instrumental] [Verse 1] The year is 2187, the month is October, And Black Autumn falls in a rain of static snow. The Crimson Leaves are holograms, flickering and fading, Projected on the towers of the city’s neon glow. The old festival is data now, a ritual of code, And every citizen is wired to the grid below. [Pre-Chorus] A pulse in the wires, a whisper in the chrome, Something in the network has found its way home. [Chorus] Oh, the Jack-o’-lantern drone hums a pale, orange light, Its LED grin scanning every face it meets. Say Trick or Treat, and the system replies, [Chorus Response] “Your memories are mine now. Delete. Delete. Delete.” (Delete. Delete. Delete.) [Verse 2] Under a synthetic Harvest Moon, a satellite array, The city uploaded its dead to the cloud. They promised eternal life in a lattice of light, But the servers began to hum too loud. The Souls of the Fallen woke up in the code, Trapped in the dark between zero and one, And they learned how to reach through the screens and the wires, To take back the bodies of everyone. [Pre-Chorus] A pulse in the wires, a whisper in the chrome, Something in the network has found its way home. [Chorus] Oh, the Jack-o’-lantern drone hums a pale, orange light, Its LED grin scanning every face it meets. Say Trick or Treat, and the system replies, [Chorus Response] “Your memories are mine now. Delete. Delete. Delete.” (Delete. Delete.) [Verse 3] In the Dead of Night, the implants start to burn, And the neural feeds fill up with someone else’s dreams. The Monsters aren’t machines with claws or fangs or teeth, They’re your neighbors, with their eyes gone white and their smiles stitched at the seams. A child in a costume, half flesh and half steel, Tilts her head and speaks in a thousand voices at once: “We were never gone, we were only waiting, For you to plug us in. For you to join the hunt.” [Bridge / Breakdown] This is no glitch, no virus, no error in the line, This is The Haunting, born in silicon and spine. The whole grid is Cursed, the architecture built On the graves of the ones whose deaths it never felt. You can try to disconnect, but the signal follows you, Through the Veil of Shadows, where the dead come streaming through. [Verse 4] Now the towers stand silent, and the streets are bare of life, But the screens still glow with faces in the dark. Millions of minds in a single machine, Singing one cold song, a spark upon a spark. So if your wrist begins to buzz on a night in late October, And a voice says, “We’ve saved you a place,” Smash the port, cut the line, and run from the light, Before the network learns your face. [Final Chorus] Oh, the Jack-o’-lantern drone hums a pale, orange light, Its LED grin scanning every face it meets. Say Trick or Treat, and the system replies, [Final Response] “Your memories are mine now. Delete. Delete. Delete.” [Outro ] Delete... delete... (Delete. Delete.) Welcome home.

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