[Intro] Gravel in the lungs Ash under the tongue Gates made of bone Swing open Swing open
[Verse 1] Uncle Sae walks slow Boot prints burn in the snow Lantern full of writhing flies Warm glow in a kingdom of dry eyes Grinning skulls lean in to hear Stories from a breathing seer Coffee steam above his cup In a hall where the clocks gave up
[Chorus] Uncle Sae Life of the living In the land of the dead Still giving End of the road Breath won’t bend Life is not lost at the end Uncle Sae Calmly treading Through the grave-dust path he’s heading Life is alive Where the worms are fed Peacefully bright in the land of the dead
[Verse 2] Children of plague tug his coat Tiny hands made of smoke He knits them names with fraying thread Puts them on like crowns of red Tombstones lean like drunken teeth He plants wildflowers underneath Roots curl through the rotting boards Pull green veins out of the morgue
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[Bridge] Crow wings beat like drums of war But he just rocks on a splintered porch Sips that heat Stares down the void Says “This is home Not destroyed” Road ran out But he stayed awake Heart still pounds in a canyon of snakes Dead all around Yet his pulse won’t fade Living ember in a fossil cage
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Estilo de música
metal, Dense, downtuned death metal with dissonant tremolo riffs, sudden tempo drops, and cavernous male vocals. Verses are blast-beat assaults with chugging low-end; chorus shifts to a stomping half-time groove with layered growl-and-scream call‑and‑response. Breakdowns lean on pinch harmonics and palm-muted riffs; reverb-drenched lead line haunts the outro.