The Haunting of My Heart

Ambient black metal with chiptune and eerie orchestral horror scoring; wide, misty ambience around a raw, sharply defined center; low, dark clean vocals, hushed and close-miked with a touch of slapback echo; tremolo-picked guitars and distant rasping distortion beneath delicate 8-bit arpeggios, detuned square-wave motifs, low pipe organ, dissonant strings and brass swells; slow, lurching pulse with sparse blast-beat surges building to a heavier crescendo, then dissolving into a cold organ-and-chip-tone coda

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[Verse 1] The candles bend, though there is no breeze, Footsteps crawl through the empty halls. Something whispers beneath the floor, A voice I recognize, but can't recall. The windows frost from the inside out, Black silhouettes dance across the walls. I hear my name in the dead of night, But nobody's there when I turn to look. [Chorus 1] There's something living in my heart, Something that was there before the dark. It scratches softly beneath my skin, And every night I let it in. The shadows know the shape I wear, They follow me everywhere. I shut my eyes, but they're still there, Something is breathing in my heart. [Verse 2] The clock strikes twelve, then strikes again, The same dead hour, the same refrain. A smiling face behind the glass, Wearing my skin as the moments pass. The hallway stretches, the ceiling bleeds, The walls are listening to my dreams. I found my footprints beside the bed, Leading somewhere I haven't been. [Chorus 2] There's something living in my heart, Something that was there before the dark. It scratches softly beneath my skin, Don't light the candles. Don't say my name. Don't open the door When the knocking comes again. I saw myself standing outside, With hollow eyes and a crooked smile. It raised its hand. I raised mine too. Then it whispered, "I've been waiting for you." [Outro] The candles die. The walls grow still. The house is quiet. But something will... Wait beneath the floorboards, Wait behind the eyes. Wait until the next October, When the dead things come alive. And if you hear a heartbeat When there's no one left around... Don't look behind you. It's my heart.

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