We Speak For The Dead

“We Speak for the Dead” (Screamo / Death Metal — Morbid & Spiritual) ⸻ [Intro – Screamed, Echoing Like a Ritual] Take our tongues— We’ll scream with the ones you buried! Take our breath— We’ll breathe for the dead and the weary! ⸻ [Verse I – Chaotic, Violent] Ink-soaked bones rattle deep in the ground, Phantom verses claw up without sound. Graves crack open beneath our feet— Every murdered poet begins to speak. Flesh decays, but the message survives, Their tortured truths still claw for the light. We are their vessel, we are their drum, Words of the slaughtered now thunder like guns. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – Screamed in Layers] We feel their rage in our veins, We hear their hymns through the flames! ⸻ [Chorus – Morbid, Spiritual, Uplifting Through the Darkness] We speak for the dead— For the poets the silence devoured! Their ghosts fill our lungs, Their fire surges through our shouts. We bleed for the words That tyrants tried to drown in blood— We are The Murdered Poets, And we raise the fallen like gods! ⸻ [Verse II – Faster, More Desperate] Every chorus a resurrection spell, Every note a rebellion born in hell. Their lines ignite like candles in night, Guiding the lost with forbidden light. We chant for the nameless, broken, erased— Their truth exhumed from a shallow grave. No ruler, no tyrant, no iron decree Can cage the breath of the ones set free. ⸻ [Bridge – Whispered, Ghostly, Then Explodes] (Whispered) Hear them in the stillness… Hear them in the rot… Ink dripping like blood… They never forgot. (Explosion – Screamed) And through our throats THEY RISE! ⸻ [Breakdown – Violent, Ritualistic] Lift the dead— Let their hymns pour out! Raise the damned— Let the ghosts scream loud! Every cut tongue resurrects When we open our mouths! ⸻ [Final Chorus – Triumphant, Spiritual, Blackened] We speak for the dead— For the poets who died unspoken! Their spirits march in rhythm With every chord we’ve broken. A choir of the damned, A gospel written in blood— We are The Murdered Poets— The voice of the voiceless, Alive from the dust! ⸻ [Outro – Slow, Holy, Guttural Whisper] Their echoes fill the silence… Their souls ignite our throats… We scream so they are remembered… We scream so they never die.