GORE [feat. BLACK LACE]

[Стихи - Людмила Сорнатская © 2026] [Black Lace (@fashiondiva1978)] [INTRO - Atmospheric drone, distant chants, orchestral strings, single bell toll, eerie wind] [Instrumental: 10 seconds of dark ambience] [VERSE 1 - Mid-tempo deathcore, heavy 8-string chugs, blast beats, double-bass, female ethereal clean with occasional guttural undertones] Cold of marble and the velvet's scarlet grace, You are the table's setting in this sacred space. Naked body in a lifeless, frozen pose, Burning hieroglyphs on you expose, Ancient writing seared upon your skin, You're the altar where I'm held within. [CHORUS - Gabber hardcore kicks (250+ BPM), distorted bass drops, machinegun snares, female high screams layered with deep gutturals] [Female scream] I WILL FEAST — YOUR SALTY TASTE! [Female guttural] BECOME A GOD, WITH FLESH EMBRACED! [Female scream] WITHIN ME BOILS LIKE LAVA IN MY VEINS! [Female guttural] RETURN TO ORIGINS — MY RITE, MY REIGNS! [Female layered] I TAKE WHAT'S MINE — I AM LAW, I AM FATE! THIS WORLD NOW IS MY HORIZON STATE! [VERSE 2 - Faster grindcore-influenced riff, machinegun snare, chaotic blast beats, female gutturals and pig squeals] Flowers and leaves — not just a simple crown, Each stem has its season to break down. Lotus at my feet, rosehip at my shoulder, You must burn my mind and make it smolder. You are the feast, you're magic's tone, Our ritual is sealed with hands alone. [CHORUS - repeat with maximum velocity, gabber kicks, layered female screams and gutturals] [BRIDGE - Slowing to doom tempo, symphonic strings (Vivaldi "Winter"), melancholic clean female vocals with guttural interjections] [Slow, heavy, sub-bass drops] Each leaf — a mark of destiny, I came not to fight, but to set me free. I came to alter my own design, In my hands the immortal line. [Female guttural, low] I'll break these boundaries, I'll tear them down, Before a thousand faces, I'll wear the crown. [Female clean + guttural layered] I AM GOD, I AM TORMENT, I AM YOUR EXORCIST! [OUTRO - Explosive death metal (early Bolt Thrower and Napalm Death style), short chaotic blast, sudden cutoff] [Instrumental: hyper-speed drum machine, guitar squeal, abrupt cut to silence, final percussive hit] [Female whisper, heavily reverbed] "I will feast..." [Pause] "I am the hunger..." [Pause] "The ritual is complete..." [Long pause] "I am immortal..." [Static crackles, fading sub-bass, absolute silence]