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justun blacksmiph - requiem: the fallen compose كلمات أغنية

[hook]
“requiem… through the mirror of sound
where the fallen compose from the under_ground
every bar is a tomb, every rhyme is a rite
first chord struck — welcome into the night.”

[verse 1]
step in where shadows keep ya breath for reserve
past the graves where the echoes still polish ya words
keys of bone play the songs of the executed
while the act of ambition lay lost or muted

music books bleed ink wit forbidden scripts
pages curl like fists the apocalypse grip
ear drums drip tar from the sounds of the past
while the hourglass hangs, but the sand won’t pass

spells in the lyrics speak in a language of dust
where instruments rot, strings snap into rust
piano lids slam shut, classical doors of fate
opera song played low, gen z don’t relate

every torch passed reveals another mistake
another prodigy drowned in a shallow lake
the silence ain’t calm — it’s a chaotic feast
and every praised verse is the soul of a beast
[hook]
requiem… through the mirror of sound
where the fallen compose from the under_ground
every bar is a tomb, every rhyme is a rite
first chord struck — welcome into the night

requiem… through the mirror of sound
where the fallen compose from the under_ground
every bar is a tomb, every rhyme is a rite
first chord struck — welcome into the night

[verse]
the hall floor’s paved with shattered lps
blood spatter in the grooves where the truth still bleeds
and each crack in the wax is a name once known
now placed at the feet of a godless throne

i move like a monk through a labyrinth hymn
where the basslines hum with original sin
every verse here’s carved in obsidian stone
and the snare is being hit using skeleton bones

see the mic stand crooked like a hanged man’s spine
cable wrapped round the neck, just to loosen ya mind
no applause here, just flaws when you cough on stage
and the taste of tears from a failure wit rage
you hear that? that’s the song of the condemned
kicks hit slow, like the flow knows the end
this is more than descent — it’s a verdict of sound
where every fallen artist wear their words as a crown

[hook]
requiem… through the mirror of sound
where the fallen compose from the under_ground
every bar is a tomb, every rhyme is a rite
first chord struck — welcome into the night

requiem… through the mirror of sound
where the fallen compose from the under_ground
every bar is a tomb, every rhyme is a rite
first chord struck — welcome into the night

[outro]
requiem… through the mirror of sound

- justun blacksmiph

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