генетика 3

death industrial rhythmic metal with female vocals-growling, melancholic, groovy.bpm-160

[Instrumental intro] [Instrumental intro] [Dark Ambient] [Instrumental] [Sound of a Heartbeat Monitor] [Instrumental] [Heavy Distorted Guitar] [Verse 1] [Whisper-growling] [Female Voice] In my veins flows no blood, but a thick, black soot, A history of kin, with a blood-stained root. I close my eyes and see the scaffold high, Where my forefather built a bridge of those who die. Their shadows stand by my bed, clutching a ghost-like knife: "Continue our path! You are born for this life! In your fingers is power, in your palms is the steel, Earthly sorrow is something you never should feel." [Pre-Chorus] [Tempo Increase] [Anxious] [Drums] [Growling] They whisper: "Cut! It is deep in your genes!" I feel the cold pulse where the agony leans. They reach out their hands, tightening the grip, They want me to falter, they want me to slip. They count every heartbeat, awaiting the end, So I as their heir to the throne would ascend! [Chorus] [Powerful Female Growl] [Epic] Genetic memory — my personal hell, Where every forefather is a demon as well! They’re screaming for blood, they demand a new prey, But I tear their cursed emblem and throw it away! I’ve chosen the law! I’ve chosen to save! I won’t be your puppet, I won’t be your slave! My scalpel’s no axe, and my path’s not a noose, Let the earth under feet turn to ice and break loose! [Instrumental][guitar solo] [Verse 2] [Fast Flow] [Aggressive][Growling] White coat against shadows of darkest of nights, I’m getting much stronger in all of these fights. You wait for me now to repeat your disgrace? To sign a death warrant and spit in life's face? No! Every life that I’ve snatched from the gloom — Is a victory won in this war with my doom. I’m cleansing my bloodline through pain and the chrome, I am not what you wanted, I’ve found my own home! [Bridge] [Breakdown] [Slow] [Extremely Heavy] [Growling] Do you hear?! I’m no slayer! Shut your mouths! Do you hear?! This is a prayer — This is life! I am bringing it back from the black! Out of my head, to your hell, don't look back! [Instrumental] [Outro] [Melodic] [Soft growling Voice] Operating light. Silence in the air. Thread by thread. Wall by wall. I am there. I have redeemed. I am changed. [Instrumental] [End]