[Intro] [Muffled industrial hum] [Slow, heavy rhythmic bass beat β like a heartbeat] [Sound of leather stretching] [Seductive, low female exhale] [Verse 1] [Very close to mic, intimate whisper] Not a game that children playβ Not a pastime, not a toy. Here we burn the light of day, Here we kill the hollow joy. [Verse 2] [Add sharp, metallic snare] [Voice gets raspier] Kneel upon the hardened floor, Leave your pride outside the gate. This is not an open door, This is binding, this is fate. [Chorus] [Drop: Deep distorted sub-bass] [Layered, airy vocals with heavy reverb] Apples falling from the tree, Ropes are biting in the wrist. Do not ask for charity, In the pounding of the fist. [Verse 3] [Breathy, rhythmic delivery] Rough the linen, sharp the wood, Every breath is caught and held. If the omen isn't good, Let the ancient tree be felled. [Verse 4] [Vocal fry, low register] Sharp the iron, hot the skin, This is how the faith is taught. Where the discipline begins, Silence is the only thought. [Bridge] [Beat slows down, sounds of echoing lashes] [Choked, passionate delivery] Counting strokes upon the back, Like the beads upon a string. In the crimson, in the black, Hear the heavy angels sing. [Verse 5] [Bass intensifies, more distortion] Not a choice and not a whim, This is hunger, this is thirst. Tearing spirit from the limb, Blessing him who I have cursed. [Verse 6] [Exhausted, sensual tone] Take the cup and drink it down, Bitter wine and salty taste. I will never wear the crown, Nothing here shall go to waste. [Outro] [Music starts to fade into a dark ambient hum] [Fading to a final, broken whisper] It is finished. It is done. Close the book and dim the light. We have found the only one, In the terror of the night. [Final breathy moan] [End]
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