Forest Ov Blight

[Intro — 80 BPM, E minor, cold wind, distant feedback, slow dissonant guitar] Cold wind through dead trees Something stirs beneath the roots Ancient and unclean [Verse 1 — 172 BPM, E minor, raw tremolo riffs, primitive blast beats, high raspy shrieks] Beneath the blackened boughs they gather in filth Horned and hide-bound, eyes like dying coals A joyless union under the withered throne Flesh on flesh that finds no pleasure, only dust Their hollow thrashing echoes through the night A cursed mating born of purest hate [Chorus — 120 BPM, E minor, epic open chords, pounding double kick, layered shrieks and deep growls] The forest drinks the venom of their hate Roots turn black, the soil begins to break Leaves fall dead, the rivers choke on night Everything that lived is claimed by blight [Verse 2 — 172 BPM, E minor, buzzing tremolo guitars, frantic drums, feral shrieks] Moss peels from bark like rotting skin Sap runs black and thick as rancid sin Birds drop silent from the poisoned air Stags collapse with eyes that empty stare The earth itself rejects the living breath All that was green now wears the mask of death [Chorus — 120 BPM, E minor, epic open chords, pounding double kick, layered shrieks and deep growls] The forest drinks the venom of their hate Roots turn black, the soil begins to break Leaves fall dead, the rivers choke on night Everything that lived is claimed by blight [Solo 1 — 190 BPM, E Phrygian, chaotic dissonant leads, wild tremolo picking, raw analog feedback] [Bridge — 85 BPM, E minor, slow crushing riff, tom drums, deep guttural growls, ominous feedback] Yet from the corpse-bed rises something worse Not life, but poison given cursed rebirth Undead trunks that drip with acid dew Thorns that weep a plague of living hue The dead wood walks. The black sap speaks The forest lives again… as pure disease [Solo 2 — 85 BPM, E minor, slow mournful lead, dissonant bends, sustained feedback, crushing rhythm] [Outro — 120 BPM, E minor, epic half-time riff, deep growls, distant shrieks, decaying tape echo] The forest drinks the venom of their hate Roots turn black… and rise to desecrate Leaves fall dead… then open eyes of night Everything that lived… returns as blight [Ending — 60 BPM, E minor, distant howls, cracking timber, feedback fading into tape hiss]