[Intro] Red eyes in the vents Cold dust in my lungs Old wires hum and flex Something in the dark wakes up
[Verse 1] Concrete teeth Biting at my boots Graffiti maps Of forbidden routes Names scratched deep In the rusted rails Every quiet corner Telling how we failed
[Chorus] Hypnotic dark dominion Feel the underground pulse It’s risen Heartbeats under the stone They’re hitting Down here we decide what’s written Hypnotic dark dominion Feel the underground pulse It’s risen
[Verse 2] [low vocal register] Shadows trade secrets In a half-lit stair Bootsteps echo Like a signal flare Old kings sleep In their glass high-rise We move silent Right under their eyes
[Bridge] [crescendo] Hands on the tunnel wall Can you feel it drum? (feel it drum) One breath Then two Then all Hear the future come? Black steel Red glow Marking where we stand If you want out You walk in with the damned
[Chorus]
Stijl van muziek
Brooding industrial trap with a slow, menacing build; filtered synth arps pulse under distorted bass swells. Verses ride a tight, low-end groove with whispered male vocals; chorus explodes with wide stereo chants, metallic percussion, and sub drops. Subtle choral pads creep in on the bridge for a ritual feel, then everything cuts back to just bass and vocal for the final hook., hypnotic