Track · Aug 20, 2026 · English
Beneath The tongue of Heaven
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[MUSIC PROMPT: Slow hypnotic progressive alternative metal, 58 BPM. Drop-tuned guitars, dominant serpentine bass, tribal tom-heavy percussion, shifting 5/4, 7/8 and 4/4 meters. Dark psychedelic atmosphere. Deep restrained male baritone, intimate whispered verses evolving into soaring anguished vocals. Long instrumental tension, polyrhythms, eerie harmonics, dissonant guitar swells, enormous final crescendo.]
BENEATH THE TONGUE OF HEAVEN
[Intro — heartbeat kick, distant bass]
Put your ear
against the dirt.
Don’t speak.
She’s trying
to tell us
where it hurts.
[Long pause]
Something underneath
has forgotten how to sleep.
[Verse 1 — quiet, hypnotic]
Roots curl backward,
searching for rain.
The river carries
a metallic taste.
We built our temples
from her broken teeth,
then wondered why
she trembled
beneath our feet.
Count the circles.
Count the scars.
Something is writing
between the stars.
[Instrumental — bass in 7/8, toms slowly enter]
[Pre-Chorus]
I heard a pulse
beneath the concrete.
Slower…
slower…
slower…
[CHORUS — restrained but enormous]
LISTEN.
The ground is breathing
through a fractured lung.
LOOK UP.
The warning has already begun.
Red through the clouds.
Black around the sun.
We keep asking
when it comes—
as though
it hasn’t come.
[Verse 2 — whispered]
Birds abandon
the geometry of home.
Trees hold their hands
like brittle bones.
Something burns
behind heaven’s veil,
and the ocean keeps swallowing
letters
we refuse to read.
We named ourselves kings.
The soil
never agreed.
[Instrumental — long bass/guitar interplay]
[Bridge — ritual drums]
Seven lights
above the western line.
One disappears.
Six remain.
Six become three.
Three become one.
And everyone below
keeps staring
at their hands.
[Heavy riff enters — extremely slow]
We dug.
She bled.
We burned.
She breathed.
We took.
She gave.
We took again.
[BREAKDOWN — crushing polyrhythm]
Can you feel it?
THERE.
Under the heel.
Not thunder.
Not machinery.
Something older
turning over
in its grave.
[Music suddenly drops]
Maybe we’re not
watching the world die.
Maybe…
she’s watching
us.
[Final build — vocals increasingly anguished]
The sky has grown eyes.
The mountains have mouths.
The water remembers
what we poured into it.
Every chimney
writes another verse.
Every siren
joins the choir.
And still we dance
around the fire—
calling the smoke
a sunrise.
[FINAL CHORUS — massive]
LISTEN!
She’s screaming underneath!
LOOK UP!
The heavens grind their teeth!
No prophet.
No savior.
No final bell to ring.
Only the sound
of everything—
returning
to
the
beginning.
[Outro — bass and heartbeat]
Put your ear
against the dirt.
…
Still think
that’s thunder?
Style
progressive alt-metalodd time signatureshypnotic basstribal drumsdark vocalscrushing riffseerie atmosphere.english
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Prompt by
TheBroken
TheBrokenGeneratedAug 20, 2026
ModelZona