Create witch house dark electro pop lyrics for reverb-drowned ghostly female vocals with whispered sections and demonic pitch shifts. Music parameters: 85 BPM, phrygian mode, core instrumentation: chopped witchy vocal samples, slowed trap beats, warped theremin pads, distorted 808 sub-bass, dilapidated chapel organ, static noise bursts. Narrative theme: a centuries-old forest witch luring lost urban hikers into her overgrown briar cottage to bind their souls to her enchanted mushroom circle for eternal nocturnal rituals. Emotion: equal parts menacing predatory glee and hypnotic, honeyed seduction, laced with quiet cosmic dread. Imagery draws from bioluminescent toadstools, rotting pews, rusted locket trinkets, fog-choked pine canopies. Lyrics tone matches SALEM and oOoOO's lo-fi occult grit, no upbeat redemptive arcs.
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[Intro] [Hook] Follow the path of the spore Sleep on the forest floor You cannot run anymore Open the rotting door [Verse] Step past the fog-choked pine Drink of my poison wine Leave all your heavy keys behind Your clock will now unwind Follow the glow Deep down below [Pre-Chorus] Glowing caps of neon blue I have grown a bed for you Rusted lockets in the clay Wash your city sins away [Chorus] Welcome to the briar home Flesh will turn to loam Underneath the shadow dome Never more to roam Hold my cold decaying hand Sinking in the silver sand [Post-Chorus] Breathe it in Let it spin Under skin We now begin [Breakdown] Ash to ash and dust to dust Iron turns to orange rust [Verse] Sit on the pew Drenched in the dew Inside this quiet wooden tomb The circle starts to bloom [Chorus] Welcome to the briar home Flesh will turn to loam Underneath the shadow dome Never more to roam Hold my cold decaying hand Sinking in the silver sand [Bridge] Stars are dying in the sky Do not ask the reason why No one hears your final cry Kiss the dark and say goodbye [Hook] Follow the path of the spore Sleep on the forest floor You cannot run anymore Open the rotting door [Chorus] Welcome to the briar home Flesh will turn to loam Underneath the shadow dome Never more to roam Hold my cold decaying hand Sinking in the silver sand [Outro]
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