๐ฑ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ [แดสแด ๊ฑแดแดษดแด สส - แดแดษด๊ฑแดแดสแดแด๊ฑสแดแด]
A monstrous fusion of witch house and symphonic death metal reanimated with UK drill beats and electric bass thunder. Choirs rise like ghosts from broken circuits, pipe organs clash with sub-bass detonations, and distorted 808s pulse like a laboratory heart monitor. Vocals drift between ritual chant and tortured confession, trapped between holiness and horror. Industrial clangs echo through cathedral-sized halls, while synthetic choirs twist around metallic strings, forming a grotesque requiem for a creature who knows he shouldnโt exist. Cinematic, baroque, gothic, terrifyingly alive โ the tragedy of Frankenstein rewritten in sound.
๐ฑ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ [แดสแด ๊ฑแดแดษดแด สส - แดแดษด๊ฑแดแดสแดแด๊ฑสแดแด]
A monstrous fusion of witch house and symphonic death metal reanimated with UK drill beats and electric bass thunder. Choirs rise like ghosts from broken circuits, pipe organs clash with sub-bass detonations, and distorted 808s pulse like a laboratory heart monitor. Vocals drift between ritual chant and tortured confession, trapped between holiness and horror. Industrial clangs echo through cathedral-sized halls, while synthetic choirs twist around metallic strings, forming a grotesque requiem for a creature who knows he shouldnโt exist. Cinematic, baroque, gothic, terrifyingly alive โ the tragedy of Frankenstein rewritten in sound.
Lyrics
๐ฑ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐
แดสแด ๊ฑแดแดษดแด สส - แดแดษด๊ฑแดแดสแดแด๊ฑสแดแด
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Am I alive... or am I noise?
A prayer of static... and choice.
They stitched a name into my chest,
Soldered fear beneath my skin.
Each spark a scream that wonโt rest
Each breath a sin Iโm living in.
Creator, can you hear your art?
Your silence carves a colder heart.
I am thunder, I am wrong,
A hymn of flesh that doesnโt belong.
Born from the choir of broken machines
God made me loud, but without meaning.
Mirror made of rust and code,
Shows a child who wonโt grow old.
Every pulse a curse retold
My wires hum, my soul turns cold.
No father, no light, just spark and steel,
But even monsters learn to feel.
I am thunder, I am wrong,
A hymn of flesh that doesnโt belong.
My scream becomes my final song
Frankensteinโs son... singing along.