KillaWotTrace - Excorsim (Victim's Song)

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[Lyrics]

[Intro - Disturbed-inspired, Heavy Metal]
["low, pulsating bass drone," "syncopated, chugging guitar riff," "powerful, almost militaristic drum pattern layering over"].

[Verse 1 - Disturbed-inspired]
[Heavy driving rhythm, slightly subdued male vocals telling a story of internal struggle.]
Shadows crawl along the walls, whispers echo down the halls. Every breath feels like a prayer, but the darkness still hangs in the air. A cold light flickers in my chest, calling out the things I’ve repressed. The silence speaks in foreign tongues, the war inside has just begun.

[Pre-Chorus - Disturbed-inspired, Building Intensity]
[Punchy bassline, aggressive male vocals building to a growl.]
Every heartbeat is a drum, every word a loaded gun. I can’t run, I can’t hide, ’til I burn the ghost inside.

[Chorus - Powerful Heavy Metal]
[Driving guitars, anthemic male vocals (melodic and growls), heavy drums, soaring melody.]
This is my exorcism, tearing chains from the prism. Light breaking through the seams, washing out the haunted dreams. This is my liberation, from the depths of damnation. I won’t bow, I won’t give in— I am free from what has been.

[Verse 2 - Disturbed-inspired]
[Aggressive male vocals, heavy guitars and drums.]
The walls are bending into shapes, twisting truths my soul escapes. I hear the choir of the lost, singing mercy, counting cost. The air is heavy, thick with fire, every note pulls me higher. Through the ashes, I arrive, feeling something come alive.

[Bridge - Disturbed-inspired, Breakdown Section]
[Heavy breakdown riff, deep guttural male vocals, pounding drums, slight pause then re-entry.]
Pull it out— the venom, the fear, the doubt. Let the shadows break, let the echoes shake, ’til the night runs out.

[Final Chorus - Crushing Heavy Metal Outro]
[Even heavier guitars, soaring and aggressive male vocals, final massive hits, sustained powerful ending.]
This is my exorcism, breaking free from the prison. Flames rising from the deep, chasing out the things I keep. This is my liberation, no more silent damnation. I won’t bow, I won’t give in— I am free from what has been.