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[styles: The main guitar approach is built around low-register power-chord/single-note riffs, played with heavy distortion and a lot of palm muting. The picking is aggressive and mechanically even, giving the guitar an almost industrial, machine-like quality. Instead of letting every chord ring, the guitarist alternates between short, choked attacks and more open accents, which creates the riff's push-and-pull. A particularly important part of the sound is the space between attacks. The riff isn't a continuous wall of notes. Those abrupt stops make the kick and snare hit harder and give the whole band that stomping feel. The guitar is effectively functioning as part of the rhythm section. largely reinforce the same rhythmic idea rather than playing elaborate independent lines. That produces a very wide, dense sound while retaining an unusually clear rhythmic outline. The guitars sound heavily saturated, but the playing itself is controlled enough that the riff doesn't turn to mush. Technically, it's not difficult in the conventional lead-guitar senseβthere's little emphasis on solos, fast scalar runs, or fancy chord voicings. The difficulty is precision: consistent palm muting, hard synchronized down/picking attacks, clean stops, and locking exactly to the drums. Stylistically, I'd describe the guitar part as industrial-metal riffing treated almost like percussion: low, repetitive, syncopated, deliberately minimal, with distortion supplying mass while the right hand supplies the groove.] come closer Teeth on a promise Your heartbeat Or the drums? Black lace on the chandelier Smudged wine on my red lip smear You say my name like a quiet dare Neck exposed in the velvet air Candles sweat on the window frame Your pulse jumps when I call your name Every breath like a little sin Youβre halfway out Iβm pulling you in Midnight cathedral You pray in my shadows Kneel in the dark βtil youβre losing your halo Blood in the ritual Sweet on your tongue Youβre never leaving Once the hymnβs begun Midnight cathedral You pray in my shadows Kneel in the dark βtil youβre losing your halo Blood in the ritual Sweet on your tongue Youβre never leaving Once the hymnβs begun Cold rings on my wandering hands Mark you up like a holy brand You chase warmth in a house of glass I draw slow on a shattered past Eyes roll back as the room goes slow Faint light on your collarbone Youβre saying stop with your shaking head But your fingers write yes on the bed Midnight cathedral You pray in my shadows Kneel in the dark βtil youβre losing your halo Blood in the ritual Sweet on your tongue Youβre never leaving Once the hymnβs begun Midnight cathedral You pray in my shadows Kneel in the dark βtil youβre losing your halo Blood in the ritual Sweet on your tongue Youβre never leaving Once the hymnβs begun Bite down On the fear Let it flood your veins Right now Youβre a psalm in my burning brain All your secrets in my teeth Every promise underneath Say youβre done Say youβre through I already live in you Midnight cathedral You pray in my shadows Kneel in the dark βtil youβre losing your halo Blood in the ritual Sweet on your tongue Youβre never leaving Once the hymnβs begun Midnight cathedral You pray in my shadows Kneel in the dark βtil youβre losing your halo Blood in the ritual Sweet on your tongue Youβre never leaving Once the hymnβs begun
