EdwardHits — Black Temple Heart
coldest deep dark Japan cinematic trap, no flute, no shakuhachi, no bamboo flute, black underground temple atmosphere, dark spiritual horror, male dark spoken-rap vocal upfront, android whisper tails, frozen echo trails, metallic ice clicks, dry bamboo clicks, finger snap percussion, sharp clicking rhythm, taiko war drums, clean industrial percussion, seismic sub drops, earthquake low-end impacts, ice-cold vortex bass transitions, deep black ambience, reverse vocal ghosts, long frozen reverb tails, huge clean echo trails, ultra clean wide mix, premium mastering, no guitar, no flamenco guitar, no warmth, no bright melody, no muddy sound, no distortion, no noisy bass, no buried vocals
EdwardHits — Black Temple Heart
coldest deep dark Japan cinematic trap, no flute, no shakuhachi, no bamboo flute, black underground temple atmosphere, dark spiritual horror, male dark spoken-rap vocal upfront, android whisper tails, frozen echo trails, metallic ice clicks, dry bamboo clicks, finger snap percussion, sharp clicking rhythm, taiko war drums, clean industrial percussion, seismic sub drops, earthquake low-end impacts, ice-cold vortex bass transitions, deep black ambience, reverse vocal ghosts, long frozen reverb tails, huge clean echo trails, ultra clean wide mix, premium mastering, no guitar, no flamenco guitar, no warmth, no bright melody, no muddy sound, no distortion, no noisy bass, no buried vocals
Lyrics
No light...
Deep under the temple...
I walk where the candles die,
Black smoke crawling through the sky.
Stone walls breathe like ancient skin,
Something cold is waking within.
No moon above, no mercy near,
Only shadows learn to hear.
Every step cuts through the floor,
Like a ghost behind a hidden door.
Hidden door...
Never more...
Don’t call my name in the dark,
The dark remembers every sound.
Don’t leave your soul in the mark,
The temple pulls the silence down.
Under the ice, under the stone,
I hear the night become my throne.
Under the ground, under my breath,
I dance with fear, I walk with death.
Black temple heart,
Cold shadow flame.
If I disappear,
Don’t speak my name.
Don’t speak my name...
Name... name...
Cold shadow flame...
Flame... flame...
Ash on my hands, frost in my veins,
Old gods whisper through the chains.
Iron doors and broken prayers,
Footsteps vanish on the stairs.
The air is sharp, the silence wide,
Something moves on the other side.
No bright song, no human cry,
Only black stars under the sky.
Other side...
No one hides...
Don’t call my name in the dark,
The dark remembers every sound.
Don’t leave your soul in the mark,
The temple pulls the silence down.
Under the ice, under the stone,
I hear the night become my throne.
Under the ground, under my breath,
I dance with fear, I walk with death.
Black temple heart,
Cold shadow flame.
If I disappear,
Don’t speak my name.
If the bell rings once,
Do not turn around.
If the walls start breathing,
Do not make a sound.
If the cold hand finds you,
Let the silence stay.
In the underground temple,
Night becomes the way.
Cold night...
No light...
Deep under the temple...
Under the ice, under the stone,
I hear the night become my throne.
Black temple heart,
Cold shadow flame.
If I disappear,
Don’t speak my name.
Don’t speak my name...
Name... name...
Cold night...
No light...