🎼 “Obsidian Psalms” | #PoetVerse

🎶 “Obsidian Psalms” — #PoetVerse (Gothic Metal × Djent × Street Rap × Apocalyptic Soul) [BPM: 128 | Key: F# Minor Tone: Ominous · Mystical · Hypnotic · Ferocious] [🎛️ Production Notes (SUNO v4.5 Optimized) Drums: Hybrid industrial + metal kit, double-kicks, gated snares, trap hats woven in. Guitars: 8-string djent chugs, tremolo-picked harmonics, dark chorus overlays. Bass: Deep sub + distorted mid growl, syncopated with kicks. Synths: Gothic choirs, reversed pads, cinematic piano accents, glitch textures. Vocals: Contralto prophetic rap, layered whispers, choir harmonies, occasional growled shadow vocals. FX: Bells, static, stone crumble, faint hums for post-apocalyptic ambience.] 🌑 Intro (reversed Gregorian choir, vinyl crackle, sub-bass drone) 🎙️ (layered whispers) “Shhh… silence is sacred… Let the ruins speak… They still echo with the blood of belief…” (low bell toll, static hiss fades into djent guitars palm-muted like heartbeat) ⚔️ Verse I (prophetic rap, velvet-steel contralto) Ash in my lungs, prayers in my throat, Stone in my chest, still I float. Towers fell, but I never kneeled, Truth like obsidian—sharp, revealed. Scars on my spirit, I tattoo in rhyme, Psalms of the broken, encoded in time. Cyber-saints weep in abandoned machines, Voices glitch like corrupted dreams. (8-string riff enters, syncopated polyrhythm under her flow) 🔥 Hook (sung Gothic chant + R&B layering) Obsidian psalms, I sing through the storm, Fire in my mouth, and my blood keeps me warm. Prophet of shadows, I bloom in the ash, Whispers from ruins, still making them gasp... (choir pads swell, djent harmonics shimmer like bells) ⚡ Verse II (aggressive serrated flow, half-growl cadence) Clockwork gospel in rusted breath, I spit hex codes in the face of death. Gears grind sermons in this iron sky, My tongue is a relic, my verses don’t lie. Holy is the virus in the choir’s lungs, Sacred are the teeth when the last bell’s rung. I walk like thunder through the chapel of bone, Carving new scripture in the neural stone. (drums drop into syncopated double-kick, hi-hats flicker like chains) 🔥 Hook (reprise, choir backing thicker) Obsidian psalms, I sing through the storm, Fire in my mouth, and my blood keeps me warm. Prophet of shadows, I bloom in the ash, Whispers from ruins, still making them gasp... 🌒 Bridge (spoken-word lament, ethereal echo) You made temples from data… gods from greed… Now only echoes answer when you plead. But we—the cracked, the crooked, the thrown-away— We kept singing… even when our voices frayed. (FX: childlike humming, choir “ahs,” stone-crumble textures) ⚔️ Verse III (flow + melody merge, ascension) I walk with ghosts where the neon bled, Chanting code from the books they burned. What you silenced still has breath, The dead compose with every step. Mirrors shatter, the veil is thin, I rap through scars to speak within. I am the ink in your forgotten psalms, A choir of one—still calm through the bombs. (djent riffs climb, synth choir rises like storm-wind) 🔥 Final Hook (choir + guttural shadow vocals) Obsidian psalms, I sing through the storm, Fire in my mouth, and my blood keeps me warm. Prophet of shadows, I bloom in the ash, Whispers from ruins, still making them gasp… (background growl) “This is not decay… it’s resurrection. From the ash… we chant perfection.” 🌑 Outro (whispered refrain, organ + static fade) 🎙️ (whispered) “Silence is sacred… Even shadows praise… Obsidian tongues… Still blaze.” (organ drones fade into vinyl crackle, static dissolves into void)