The Land Of The Living Mist [Barbershopped]

[Intro - Spoken, low & distorted, over eerie synths and distant screams] Fog rolls thick like veins in the dark... Breathin', watchin', hungry... From the depths of the veil... It stirs... [Chorus - Heavy, growled delivery with horrorstep drops] In the land of the living mist, the Old One awakes! Tendrils twist through the gray, sealin' your fate! Eyes like black suns, swallow the light, Whispers in your skull every single night! Living mist! Crawlin' in your veins! Old One risin', breakin' every chain! Pray to nothin', scream into the void, In the land of the livin' mist... you're already destroyed! [Verse 1 - Fast horrorcore flow] Fog ain't fog, it's breath from the abyss, Lickin' at your neck with a thousand cold lips, Trees bend backwards, roots spell forbidden names, Shadows got teeth and they screamin' your shame. Streetlights flicker like dyin' last hopes, Houses lean crooked, doors swing on their own, Kids hear the call in their sleep, start to roam, Moms wake up missin' eyes, mouths full of foam. Ancient runes glow under layers of rot, The veil is tearin', connectin' the dots, It slumbers no more in the black ocean bed, Now it's risin' through mist, wearin' the dead. Feel the ground pulse like a heartbeat of stone, Your reflection in puddles ain't fuckin' alone... [Chorus] In the land of the living mist, the Old One awakes! Tendrils twist through the gray, sealin' your fate! Eyes like black suns, swallow the light, Whispers in your skull every single night! Living mist! Crawlin' in your veins! Old One risin', breakin' every chain! Pray to nothin', scream into the void, In the land of the livin' mist... you're already destroyed! [Verse 2 - Even darker, tighter multis] It knows your name, carved it in bone long ago, Every sin you buried feeds the hunger below, Fingers of vapor slither under your door, Turn your blood to ink, write madness on the floor. Cities fold inward like paper in flame, People melt laughin', screamin' out its name, No gods comin'—they ran when they saw the sign, Now reality glitches, losin' track of time. Tentacles thick as cathedrals rise slow, Drippin' with eons and the screams of the old, One look and your mind cracks like porcelain thin, Soul gets devoured from the outside in. You thought it was legend, a story for kids, Now the mist has fingers and it's countin' your ribs... [Bridge - Slow, atmospheric, building tension before massive drop] Can you feel it? The weight of forever pressin' on your chest... No escape... No light... Only the mist... And the Old One... AWAKES. [Final Chorus - Louder, layered with screams and bass wobbles] In the land of the living mist, the Old One awakes! Whole world bends backward, reality breaks! Run if you want, but the fog knows your scent, It’s already inside—your spine is its vent! Living mist! King of the end of days! Old One risin', set the cosmos ablaze! Bow to the horror, let your sanity fade, In the land of the living mist... we all become its slave! [Outro - Fading echoes, distorted whispers] The mist... is alive... The Old One... is here... There is no waking up...