folk, Hybrid 80s heavy metal-country, synthwave at 90 BPM in d# minor;
Lyrics:
(Verse I)
Lantern swings on a crooked pine,
Casting halos down the county line,
Boot prints circle the scaffold’s frame,
Each one heavy with a borrowed name.
Dust tastes bitter on a preacher’s tongue,
He counts the sins of the old and young,
While the river keeps its secrets deep,
And the willow learns how not to weep.
(Pre-Chorus)
Oh, hear the rope in the midnight sigh,
Telling tales where the blackbirds fly—
(Chorus)
Whispers beneath the gallows sky,
Where the guilty kneel and the angels lie,
Steel-string crying like a lonesome hound,
Snare drum heartbeat in the hanging ground.
Thunder rolls but the truth won’t die,
It trembles soft beneath the gallows sky.
(Verse II)
Mama’s shawl in the courthouse square,
Perfume fading in the summer air,
Badge of tin and a Bible of lead,
Justice walks where the brave won’t tread.
Sparks from a match on a cigarette breeze,
Ashes fall like autumn leaves,
And a harmonica bleeds through the dark,
Branding the night with a rebel’s mark.
(Pre-Chorus)
Oh, feel the wind like a razor’s cry,
Carving prayers in the by and by—
(Chorus)
Whispers beneath the gallows sky,
Where the guilty kneel and the angels lie,
Steel-string crying like a lonesome hound,
Snare drum heartbeat in the hanging ground.
Thunder rolls but the truth won’t die,
It trembles soft beneath the gallows sky.
(Bridge – heavy metal surge)
Strike the chord, let the power ring,
Like a rusted chain set to sing,
Feedback flames in a crimson arc,
Lightning tattoos across the dark.
We were raised on dust and gasoline dreams,
On outlaw hymns and radio screams—
If mercy’s late and the night runs dry,
We’ll set it ablaze in a battle cry.
(Breakdown – stripped folk pulse)
Six strings hum where the lantern sways,
Counting out our borrowed days,
Two shadows bound by the same goodbye,
Breathing slow beneath that sky.
(Final Chorus – extended)
Whispers beneath the gallows sky,
Where the brave stand tall though the cowards pry,
Steel and sorrow in a lover’s vow,
Then and forever and here and now.
Rope may creak and the crowd may sigh,
But the song won’t fade and the sparks will fly—
Through the dust and the alibi,
We rise and fall beneath the gallows sky.
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