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Grave Perfume
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This new track, balancing between gothic metal, doom rock and dark poetic storytelling, is thrilling. Its called “Grave Perfume” and is a mix of slow, pulsating beats, sultry but ominous vocals, and a touch of theatrical horror. Think Black Sabbath meets Nick Cave, with a creepy spoken intro. The lyrics revolve around a Draugr-like figure - someone who wears a social mask but is rotten inside. Visual, narrative and with a good dose of decay and seduction. As usual the lyrics can be found in the comment field. Note: Draúger are mythical Norse undead. Not just zombies, but intelligent, evil corpses that emerge from their graves to torment the living.
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PytaGoRaz
PytaGoRaz
great guitars.... great vocals...great vibe.... sounds like Five Finger Death Punch... love it man....such a great Song... you made my day
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PRF Soundscapes
Title: Grave Perfume Lyrics and arrangement by PRF Soundscapes (All rights reserved 2025) Vocals by Suno Music style: rock / metal / gothic ******************************** "You buried me with silver words and trembling hands. But the soil remembers what the tongue forgets. I never left. I just learned to walk with quieter bones." I shake the rotten soil from my frayed coat like spoiled ice Smile wide, but my breath says no They toast to life with crystal and light I drink the room with decomposed delight My fingers dance on silverware While maggots whisper in my hair They see a man — I am no more Still... I stink but smell lovely as never before Charming decay in couture A corpse at your door I stink but smell lovely as never before You kiss the rot you swore you'd ignore I rest by day, in linen and lies A funeral grin beneath my ties They never ask, they never see The grave I drag behind me In mirrors I’m fading, in dreams I remain A guest in your bed, with dirt in my veins Love me, touch me, feed me more — Then beg me not to rise once more I stink but smell lovely as never before You crave what I was, not what I’m for Dressed for the feast, dead to the core I stink... and I’m knocking once more