Track · Aug 16, 2026 · English
Black Sky Appetite
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
When the clouds turn black
And the sky starts to crack
I pull my collar up
And grin at the attack
The porch steps shake
The windows all hum
My bones wake up
When the first drops come
[Pre-Chorus]
My soul’s stomach starts to grumble
Hear that low-end thunder rumble
I’m not running, I’m not scared
I’ve been waiting for it there
[Chorus]
Feed me more Ceraunophile
Feed me more, stay a while
Feed me more Pluviophile
Let it pour, let it pour on me (let it pour)
Feed me more Ceraunophile
Feed me more, stay a while
Feed me more Pluviophile
Black sky, that’s my style (that’s my style)
[Verse 2]
Puddles on the driveway
Mud on my boots
Wind in the chimney
Tearing up the roof
I love that hard rain
Hitting the tin
Like the whole damn world
Is singing back at him
[Pre-Chorus]
My soul’s stomach starts to grumble
Hear that low-end thunder rumble
I’m not running, I’m not scared
I’ve been waiting for it there
[Chorus]
Feed me more Ceraunophile
Feed me more, stay a while
Feed me more Pluviophile
Let it pour, let it pour on me (let it pour)
Feed me more Ceraunophile
Feed me more, stay a while
Feed me more Pluviophile
Black sky, that’s my style (that’s my style)
[Bridge]
Call it crazy
I call it home
When the whole horizon
Starts to moan
One more flash
One more wave
I come alive
In the gray parade
[Final Chorus]
Feed me more Ceraunophile
Feed me more, stay a while
Feed me more Pluviophile
Let it pour, let it pour on me (let it pour)
Feed me more Ceraunophile
Feed me more, stay a while
Feed me more Pluviophile
Black sky, that’s my style (that’s my style)
Style
rock anthem with driving mid-tempo drumscrunchy power chordsand a stompingswung groove; verse rides tight palm-muted guitars and gritty lead vocalpre-chorus opens with tom builds and gang shoutschorus slams into wide stacked harmonies and a shouted hook. add thunder roll transitionsreverse cymbal swellsand distant rain fx between lines. vocal is raspy and close-mic in versesdoubled and snarling on the hookwith group chants on the key phrases. brightpunchyand storm-soaked in the mix.rockenglish
Prompt
Rock Song about enjoying bad weather.
When the clouds turns black
And the sky begins to flash and rumble
My souls stomach really starts to grumble
Feed me more
Ceraunophile
Feed me more
Pluviophile
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LunarOutput334GeneratedAug 16, 2026
ModelZona