GRIMOIRE (The Margin Text)
[Intro] [Dark Industrial drone, traditional Ukrainian woodwind echoing in a vast void] [Heavy, slow kick drum setting an ominous pulse] [Verse 1] [Aggressive, fast-paced staccato flow] Called us godless—built the temple anyway! Rotten boards, ghost-chords where the sinners stay. Shatter the glass, let the neon bleed, Halo of spite is the only creed. Margins written in a venom kiss, Blade in the ink, yeah, we don’t miss. Erase the kids with a pointed finger? Hook in the hex—let the phantom linger! [Pre-Chorus] [Tempo accelerates, aggressive riser building tension] Light the burners. Read the flame. Flip the scripture. Burn the name! [Drum roll building to maximum threshold] [Chorus] [Heavy DnB Steppecore Drop, Aggressive Synth Bass] Smoke 'em slow! Oak in the bone! Truth runs clean in the danger zone. Name them! Break it! Crack the veil! Hiss in the ash when the dogmas fail. No absolution. Nothing to claim. Grimoire open—FEED THE FLAME! This is godless. This is gay. We remember. WE DON’T PRAY! [Post-Chorus] [Fast, syncopated drum break, glitchy chopped vocals] Don't pray... Say the names! Don't pray... Say the names! [Verse 2] [Stripped back drum & bass rhythm, gritty rolling bassline] Closet door rhythm, a heartbeat snare, Hinge-squeak spelling out who is there. Pulpits point, cameras on the choir, While the quiet stacks up like wood for the fire. Witch was a witness, ledger in hand, Saw the edits they made to the promised land. Burned her for sight, called the ash "divine," Truth never dies—it mutates the rhyme! [Pre-Chorus] [Building tension, rising electronic sirens] Light the burners. Read the flame. All that silence, loud as a train! [Screaming synth build-up] [Chorus] [Heavy DnB Steppecore Drop, Explosive Bass] Smoke 'em slow! Oak in the bone! Truth runs clean in the danger zone. Name them! Break it! Crack the veil! Hiss in the ash when the dogmas fail. No absolution. Nothing to claim. Grimoire open—FEED THE FLAME! This is godless. This is gay. We remember. WE DON’T PRAY! [Bridge] [Atmospheric breakdown, cinematic strings mixed with heavy distortion] The grimoire keeps the tempo. No judge, just time. Every buried name on the heavy downbeat. Every stolen breath on the razor rhyme. Silence dressed in white? We stain the air. Push back the dark. We are the nightmare. [Break] [Absolute silence for exactly 3.5 seconds - три з половиною секунди] We are—the margin text. We are—the burned up next. [Final Chorus] [Maximum overdrive Steppecore, wall of sound] Smoke 'em slow! Oak in the bone! Truth runs clean in the danger zone. Name them! Break it! Crack the veil! Hiss in the ash when the dogmas fail. No absolution. Nothing to claim. Grimoire open—FEED THE FLAME! This is godless. This is gay. We remember. WE DON’T PRAY! [Outro] [Fading industrial beat, haunting folk vocal echo dropping into darkness] Godless... Grimoire... Flame... Say the names they buried in the fire. Say the names... Say the names... [End]
