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Apocalyptic Country Elegy is a dark, apocalyptic hymn. It drags listeners through graveyards, crypts, and plague-ridden landscapes — a ritual of rot, fire, and bone.

*Music: AI-generated composition
*Lyrics: AI-generated storytelling
*Visuals: AI-generated artwork

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Lyrics:

Walked past the vault with the marrow still warm
Smoke rising soft from the funeral storm
Skulls in the field like forgotten names
Worm-eaten memories, rot in the rain
I seen the undertaker grin through the fog
Carving epitaphs in a waterlogged log
The wind tells dirges that don't forget
Where the bones lie deep in the ground's regret

Shroud me in plague and pestilence flame
I wear the black veil — I don’t need a name
Elegies howl through catacomb stone
I walk alone, I die alone

Raise the casket, light the pyre!
Ashes feed the graveyard choir!
Sepulchers crack with the weight of breath
This is no requiem — this is death!
Putrefaction dreams, decay reigns wide
And I am the ruin you cannot hide

Boneyards bloom where no flowers dare
Every tomb a truth no soul can bear
Carcasses split beneath burial rain
Consumption carved in every vein
The femur snaps with a hollow groan
Charnel winds grind bone on stone
The vigil ends with a death knell's cry
And the cranium sings its last goodbye

Winding sheet wraps my breathing doubt
The obsequies scream, but no one shouts
Hollow shells echo, crypts collapse
The pestilence laughs — there's no way back

Raise the casket, light the pyre!
Ashes feed the graveyard choir!
Sepulchers crack with the weight of breath
This is no requiem — this is death!
Putrefaction dreams, decay reigns wide
And I am the ruin you cannot hide

Raise the casket, light the pyre!
Let wormwood rot the liar's choir!
Tombs break open, the crypts ignite
Buried in ruin, swallowed by night
Skulls don’t pray, and bones don’t weep
But I’ll sing this elegy six fathoms deep

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