Potential of the Inky Abyss ( Megumi Fushiguro Fan Made Song)
Genres: Dark Zen Phonk, Orchestral Drill, Ethereal Bass, Samurai-Trap Vibe/Lore & Singer: This track feels like standing in a flooded, ruined temple in the middle of a black rainstorm. It smells of wet charcoal and cold ozone. The beat is a heavy, rhythmic stomp of a Taiko drum layered with the sharp "clack" of a bamboo water fountain that hits like a metronome for the darkness. The 808s are deep and sliding, mimicking the movement of a predator stalking through high grass. The singer is a male with a calm, almost detached delivery—a stoic, weary baritone that sounds like someone who has seen too many ghosts and carries the weight of a cursed legacy. It’s the sound of a young man holding back a storm with nothing but a steady hand and a pack of shadows waiting for the command. 126 BPM, Shishi-odoshi Percussion + Sliding Sub-Bass + Ghostly Koto + Rain Textures, Cold and stoic male baritone with close-mic intimacy.
Potential of the Inky Abyss ( Megumi Fushiguro Fan Made Song)
Genres: Dark Zen Phonk, Orchestral Drill, Ethereal Bass, Samurai-Trap Vibe/Lore & Singer: This track feels like standing in a flooded, ruined temple in the middle of a black rainstorm. It smells of wet charcoal and cold ozone. The beat is a heavy, rhythmic stomp of a Taiko drum layered with the sharp "clack" of a bamboo water fountain that hits like a metronome for the darkness. The 808s are deep and sliding, mimicking the movement of a predator stalking through high grass. The singer is a male with a calm, almost detached delivery—a stoic, weary baritone that sounds like someone who has seen too many ghosts and carries the weight of a cursed legacy. It’s the sound of a young man holding back a storm with nothing but a steady hand and a pack of shadows waiting for the command. 126 BPM, Shishi-odoshi Percussion + Sliding Sub-Bass + Ghostly Koto + Rain Textures, Cold and stoic male baritone with close-mic intimacy.
Lyrics
Intro
Form the sign
The shadows are listening
Don't breathe
Don't move
Just watch the ink spill
Let's begin
Verse 1
Born with a treasure that I never really wanted to hold
A story of a bloodline that was bought and then sold
I form the shadows with my fingers, let the wolves out to play
One is pure white, the other's darker than the end of the day
I am the quiet in the storm, the steady hand on the hilt
I am the architect of mirrors and the secrets we built
Following the traces of a man who left the map in the dust
I am the only one in the family that I'm starting to trust
(YEAH)
Jade on the collar, frost on the breath
I am the master of the patterns and the rhythm of death
Chorus
The Ten Shadows rising from the bottom of the deep
I am the secret that the ancestors wanted to keep
I don't need a golden throne or a crown on my head
I am the one who talks to monsters in the garden of red
(GARDEN OF RED)
Summoning the giants from the palm of my hand
The most dangerous potential in the whole of the land
I am the anchor, I am the weight
I am the silent hand of a twisted fate
Verse 2
Restricted bloodline, he walked away with nothing but speed
But I’m the one who stayed behind to plant the dark seed
I walk the path he carved in stone but my ink is still wet
I haven't reached the peak of the mountain just yet
(NOT YET)
Elephant is heavy, crashing through the walls of the mind
Looking for the pieces of the peace that I’m trying to find
Rabbit in the thicket, birds are circling the sky
I am the only one who sees the truth behind the lie
(BEHIND THE LIE)
No hesitation in the strike, no mercy in the eye
I am the reason that the shadows never say goodbye
Chorus
The Ten Shadows rising from the bottom of the deep
I am the secret that the ancestors wanted to keep
I don't need a golden throne or a crown on my head
I am the one who talks to monsters in the garden of red
(GARDEN OF RED)
Summoning the giants from the palm of my hand
The most dangerous potential in the whole of the land
I am the anchor, I am the weight
I am the silent hand of a twisted fate
Bridge
Eight-Handled Sword
The wheel starts to turn
Everything is sinking
The ritual is set
(DON'T LOOK BACK)
I am the vessel of the void
Chorus
The Ten Shadows rising from the bottom of the deep
I am the secret that the ancestors wanted to keep
I don't need a golden throne or a crown on my head
I am the one who talks to monsters in the garden of red
(GARDEN OF RED)
Summoning the giants from the palm of my hand
The most dangerous potential in the whole of the land
I am the anchor, I am the weight
I am the silent hand of a twisted fate
Outro
Chimera Shadow
Sink into the floor
Everything is ink now
(SHHH)
Potential reached
Done