Endless Winter of This Flesh (Cinematic Gothic EBM Remix)

**Song Title: The Hands That Own Me** **(Atmospheric Black Metal)** --- *[Opening: endless low drones, wind howling through broken stone, distant chapel bells drowned in fog, the faint drip of meltwater on cold marble]* Beneath a sky that has forgotten stars In the vault of ancient stone Where light was murdered long ago And frost still clings to the saints’ blind eyes I came seeking only silence But silence had already claimed my name The air itself was thick with absence A black mist that tasted of old incense and sickness Fingers pressed behind the eyes Soft as frost on wintered glass Then the glass began to break And something crawled out from within From the hollow places between bone and soul Where the cold had been waiting for years **Chorus:** These hands were never mine They rose from the inside of me They split the skin and claimed the scream They own the mouth that cannot close They own the eyes that cannot look away They own the body that no longer ends In the endless winter of this flesh One tore free from the hollow throat Slick with the warmth of my own blood Steaming in the frozen dark Another peeled itself from the jaw Nails black as the chapel’s heart They forced the lips beyond the bone Cartilage cracked like frozen wood The taste of copper filled the dark As the scalp lifted with a wet, slow sound And the cold rushed in to fill the wound **Chorus:** These hands were never mine They rose from the inside of me They split the skin and claimed the scream They own the mouth that cannot close They own the eyes that cannot look away They own the body that no longer ends In the endless winter of this flesh Between the ribs they forced their way A grinding crack, a liquid heat That died the moment it met the air They squeezed the last remaining light And fed upon the recognition Every quiet cruelty Every night I chose the numbness Every small and perfect betrayal Became the strength inside their grip. *[Spoken / whispered over dissonant tremolo and distant, reverb-drenched winds]* The last thing I felt Was not the pain It was the ownership A cold so complete It felt like coming home Now the hands arrange the face Into a permanent and open wound Where the last candle died centuries ago No light will ever reach this place Only the slow and rhythmic flex Of fingers that will never stop Claiming what was always theirs While the mist coils tighter And the frost climbs higher And the silence grows teeth **Final Chorus (layered, distant, drowning in fog and reverb):** These hands were never mine They rose from the inside of me They split the skin and claimed the scream They own the mouth that cannot close They own the eyes that cannot look away They own the body… They own the body… They own the body that no longer ends In the endless winter of this flesh In the endless winter of this flesh In the endless winter… *[Fade into endless low drones, the slow creak of ancient wood, distant wet sounds of moving flesh, and the faint, never-ending echo of a forced scream carried away on the wind]*