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I was sculpted in silence, stitched from marrow and midnight, my skin—a cracked porcelain prayer left to wither in the hands of time. My eyes—two vacant echoes, black wells where shadows drown, unblinking, unwaking, swallowing the whispers of the forgotten. Once, I had a name. The wind stole it from my lips, buried it in the hush of bone, left it to rot in the throat of dusk. The blood that stains me is not my own. It dripped from the mouths of the makers, their hands trembling as they shaped me— as if they knew what they had done. I speak, but silence unravels my words. I scream, but the void swallows the sound. I reach for the world, but my fingers dissolve, ghost-light flickering into nothing. I am the thing that waits in the corner, the shape that lingers at the edge of dreams, the quiet gasp before waking— a hollowborn, carved from fear. Would you remember me if I called your name? Would you listen if I whispered in the dark?
Instructional lyrics
[Intro: A mysterious and atmospheric opening, echoing whispers and distant, reverb-soaked guitars. Soft, ghostly vocals, barely above a whisper.] I was sculpted in silence, stitched from marrow and midnight, my skin—a cracked porcelain prayer, left to wither in time. [Verse 1: Brooding, slow-build instrumentation, eerie synths, swelling drums.] My eyes—two vacant echoes, black wells where shadows drown, unblinking, unwaking, swallowing the whispers of the forgotten. [Pre-Chorus: A subtle rise, tension building with layered vocals.] Once, I had a name... The wind stole it away... Buried in the hush of bone, lost in the throat of dusk. [Chorus: Heavy, crashing drums, soaring vocals, distorted guitars—aching, desperate energy.] I scream, but the void takes my sound, I reach, but I’m fading out. A hollowborn, calling from fear, pulling you into the dark… [Verse 2: Dynamic shift—moody, pulsing rhythm, whispered vocals growing urgent.] The blood that stains me isn’t my own, dripped from the mouths of the makers. Their hands shook as they shaped me— as if they knew… what they had done. They whispered, but I heard them pray. [Bridge: A haunting, near-whispered confession, then an instrumental explosion—guitars wailing, synths swelling.] Would you remember me if I called your name? Would you listen if I whispered in the dark? [Instrumental break—ethereal, chaotic, fading into near silence… then a return to the chorus with even more intensity.] [Final Chorus: Bigger, more anguished vocals, layered harmonies, atmospheric echoes.] I scream, but the void takes my sound, I reach, but I’m fading out. A hollowborn, calling from fear, pulling you into the dark… [Outro: Soft, eerie fade-out, ghostly whispers, a single lingering note.] I was sculpted in silence... stitched from marrow and midnight... Would you remember me... or am I already gone?
Song info
Cinematic dark rock w/ ethereal verses, heavy crashing choruses, eerie synths, haunting whispers, soaring vocals, distorted guitars. Brooding, atmospheric, dynamic shifts, ghostly + intense.
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