SMOL

  • Id:

    4149e1eddb6c43dfbdb70f928eea2f6a7b930384b8e6458b0528ca16f77aa996
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  • Prompt:

    IV. “ The Bocage Grave” Theme: The suffocating bocage of Normandy — claustrophobic and deadly. Style: Churning, groove-laden riffs and eerie leads; claustrophobic pacing. Lyric mood: “Green walls, rusted traps / where snipers breathe / and death snaps.”

  • Image:

    The Bocage Grave

  • Description:

    In the image, a person is walking through a dense forest filled with greenery. The forest appears to be a claustrophobic and potentially deadly environment, as indicated by the lyrics. The person is walking on a path, possibly trying to escape the suffocating bocage of Normandy. The scene is captured in a churning, groove-laden style, with eerie leads and claustrophobic pacing, creating a sense of unease and tension.

  • Songs:

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: The Bocage Grave
Tags: Groove Metal, Doom Metal, Sludge Metal

The green walls close in, no light to see,
A twisted maze where the shadows breathe,
Rusted traps, sharp as steel,
A silent scream, the death I feel.

The bocage grave, the ground is cold,
In these woods, the stories are untold,
Where snipers wait, eyes in the trees,
And the wind whispers of broken pleas.

Churning riffs beneath my feet,
Claustrophobic, can't escape this beat,
Every step, a step too deep,
In the bocage grave, no rest, no sleep.

Whispers of war, the air is thick,
Ghosts of the fallen, the land is sick,
The earth will swallow, the trees will keep,
The secrets of those who could not sleep.

Green walls, rusted traps,
Where snipers breathe, and death snaps,
Through the bocage grave, the journey's long,
Lost in the maze, where nothing's wrong.

The bocage grave, a final rest,
Silent shadows, no place to test,
But still I move, through death’s embrace,
In the bocage grave, I find my place.