SOBER (Clean Version) - Radio Mix lyrics adjusted and sound cover

funeral doom metal, ritualistic ambient, spoken-word dark folk

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[Pre-Intro]
[Performance Cue: Spoken word, dry, intimate, no music]
[Sound of distant, howling wind and a crackling, dying fire]
[Spoken: Low-grounded male voice, clinical and steady]
The fog of the hunt is lifting. You seek me in the haze, but the ritual requires a clear eye. There is no composure in the dark.
[Intro]
[Instrumentation: Melodic folk-acoustic guitar, light reverb, 70 BPM]
[Atmospheric Cue: Subtle, mournful bone-harpa melody fades in]
[Verse 1]
[Vocal: Ethereal female lead, soft, floating]
In the shadow of the stone
Hunting for the ghost you’ve known
You whisper to the wind, you chase the light
(Mmm)
[Instrumentation: Acoustic guitar begins to fade as heavy, distant war drums start to beat]
Lost in the marrow, blind to the sight
You turn your face from the truth I hold
The story of the winter is already told.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Performance Cue: Tempo begins to stretch, feeling heavy]
When the mist rises, you tremble
When the blood cools, you dissemble.
[Chorus]
[Instrumentation: Full Funeral Doom Metal, 45 BPM, thick sludge distortion]
[Vocal: Powerful female lead layered with male guttural background growls]
(Growl): The lucidity!
(Lead): You only seek me when the void is clear
(Growl): The sanity!
(Lead): You only hunt me when the end is near
(Growl): The sober rot!
(Lead): You only seek me when the ghosts have fled
If you are tainted, I am the living dead
No composure—
You only seek me when the world is dead!
[Verse 2]
[Instrumentation: Drums shift to a slow, rhythmic, primal pulse]
[Vocal: Breathier, menacing, driving intensity]
You carve the sigil into the skin
Seeking a way for the cold to begin
You should want the frost, you should want the bite
Instead you wander through the endless night.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Instrumentation: Bio-metric Deceleration—Tempo drops to 30 BPM]
[Audience Cue: Sound of labored, heavy breathing beneath the percussion]
When the mist rises, you tremble
When the blood cools, you dissemble.
[Chorus]
[Instrumentation: Minimalist, agonizingly slow, deep bass feedback]
(Growl): The lucidity!
(Lead): You only seek me when the void is clear
(Growl): The sanity!
(Lead): You only hunt me when the end is near
(Growl): The sober rot!
(Lead): You only seek me when the ghosts have fled
If you are tainted, I am the living dead
No composure—
You only seek me when the world is dead!
[Outro]
[Instrumentation: Silence, save for one slow, echoing war drum]
[Performance Cue: Vocals whispered, close, cold]
If you are tainted... I am the living dead.
[Instrumentation: Single, final, crushing drum hit]
[Growl: Fades into a deep, hollow moan]
Only when the void is clear.
[Silence]

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[Pre-Intro] [Performance Cue: Spoken word, dry, intimate, no music] [Sound of distant, howling wind and a crackling, dying fire] [Spoken: Low-grounded male voice, clinical and steady] The fog of the hunt is lifting. You seek me in the haze, but the ritual requires a clear eye. There is no composure in the dark. [Intro] [Instrumentation: Melodic folk-acoustic guitar, light reverb, 70 BPM] [Atmospheric Cue: Subtle, mournful bone-harpa melody fades in] [Verse 1] [Vocal: Ethereal female lead, soft, floating] In the shadow of the stone Hunting for the ghost you’ve known You whisper to the wind, you chase the light (Mmm) [Instrumentation: Acoustic guitar begins to fade as heavy, distant war drums start to beat] Lost in the marrow, blind to the sight You turn your face from the truth I hold The story of the winter is already told. [Pre-Chorus] [Performance Cue: Tempo begins to stretch, feeling heavy] When the mist rises, you tremble When the blood cools, you dissemble. [Chorus] [Instrumentation: Full Funeral Doom Metal, 45 BPM, thick sludge distortion] [Vocal: Powerful female lead layered with male guttural background growls] (Growl): The lucidity! (Lead): You only seek me when the void is clear (Growl): The sanity! (Lead): You only hunt me when the end is near (Growl): The sober rot! (Lead): You only seek me when the ghosts have fled If you are tainted, I am the living dead No composure— You only seek me when the world is dead! [Verse 2] [Instrumentation: Drums shift to a slow, rhythmic, primal pulse] [Vocal: Breathier, menacing, driving intensity] You carve the sigil into the skin Seeking a way for the cold to begin You should want the frost, you should want the bite Instead you wander through the endless night. [Pre-Chorus] [Instrumentation: Bio-metric Deceleration—Tempo drops to 30 BPM] [Audience Cue: Sound of labored, heavy breathing beneath the percussion] When the mist rises, you tremble When the blood cools, you dissemble. [Chorus] [Instrumentation: Minimalist, agonizingly slow, deep bass feedback] (Growl): The lucidity! (Lead): You only seek me when the void is clear (Growl): The sanity! (Lead): You only hunt me when the end is near (Growl): The sober rot! (Lead): You only seek me when the ghosts have fled If you are tainted, I am the living dead No composure— You only seek me when the world is dead! [Outro] [Instrumentation: Silence, save for one slow, echoing war drum] [Performance Cue: Vocals whispered, close, cold] If you are tainted... I am the living dead. [Instrumentation: Single, final, crushing drum hit] [Growl: Fades into a deep, hollow moan] Only when the void is clear. [Silence]

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