Void

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Lyrics

I walk the seams where daylight scores the skin of ruins
(日差しが廃墟の肌に刻みつける継ぎ目を歩く)
Ash settles in the grooves of names we never owned
(私たちが決して持ち得なかった名の溝に灰が積もる)
My breath writes runes across a window that remembers nothing
(私の吐息が何も覚えていない窓に符文を描く)
A faint pulse in iron veins counts how the shadows trade atonement
(鉄の脈のかすかな鼓動が、影たちが交わす償いを数えている)

Silent bells tally presence turned to dust
(静かな鐘が塵と化した存在を数える)
A thin refrain repeats the hour we lost
(か細い調べが、私たちの失った時を繰り返す)

Void, swallow every borrowed dawn
(虚無よ、すべての借り物の夜明けを呑み込め)
Unbind the ledger where our promises are drawn
(私たちの誓いが記された台帳の束縛を解け)
Let the quiet learn to speak in fractured tones
(静寂に、砕けた調べで語ることを学ばせよ)
An ember sinks – we answer with our bones
(残り火が沈む――我らは骨で応える)

Streetlamps bled like offering-candles down the alley spine
(路地の背骨に沿って、街灯が捧げられた蝋燭のように滴る)
Paper prayers curl into the gutters and refuse to dry
(紙の祈りが側溝に丸まり、乾くことを拒む)
A clock rewinds the faces of the ones who closed their windows
(窓を閉ざした者たちの顔を時計が巻き戻す)
We stitch a map from echoes and a compass made of sighs
(私たちは反響から地図を縫い上げ、ため息で羅針盤を作る)

Tremors hum the names we cannot keep
(震えが私たちの留められない名を低く歌う)
The corridor of night unfolds in sleep
(夜の回廊は眠りのうちに広がる)

In the hollow where the atlas ends we plant a fragile flag – it trembles but it stands
(地図の果てる空洞に、私たちはか細い旗を立てる――震えているが、立ち続ける。)

Void, fold the edges of our worn-out map
(虚無よ、擦り切れた地図の縁を折り畳め)
Trace every seam where memory might collapse
(記憶が崩れそうな綻びをすべて辿れ)
A single cry unthreads the cloak of silence worn
(ひとつの叫びが身にまとった沈黙の外套を解きほどく)
We stand within the empty room and call it home
(私たちは空虚な部屋に立ち、そこを家と呼ぶ)

Prompt

Genre: melodic death metal obsessed with relentless speed and visceral attack. All vocals are male growls-harsh, guttural; choruses stack multiple growls for massive weight. Open with crushing, fast-tempo verses that never relent; sustain aggressive tempo (190-230 BPM) and favor blast-beat propulsion and driving double-bass. Drums combine precise blasts and hyper-tight double-bass grooves; fills accentuate transitions without losing momentum. Guitars provide razor tremolo riffs, harmonized leads, tight palm-muted chugs; include a virtuosic guitar-driven solo midtrack blending technical runs with searing melody. Insert pig squeal bursts at percussive moments to heighten brutality and punctuate breaks. Orchestral elements remain sparse-low choir drones and brief string stabs-to add ritual weight without slowing pace. Mix: punchy low end, crisp mids, clipped highs, focused stereo image; avoid long reverbs that smear transients. Master loud, tight, immediate for uncompromising ferocity…