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Title: “Feud Blood” Style: Sludge/Doom Southern Metal Vibe: Slow, crushing riffs; dark Southern mythology; grim vocals with groove-heavy rhythm Influence: Think “Bury Me in Smoke” meets “Lifer,” but Appalachian instead of bayou ⸻ 🎼 Song Description: “Feud Blood” is a brutal, brooding track that drags the listener into the mud-drenched legacy of the Hatfields and McCoys—two families bound by blood, bullets, and vengeance. With thick, down-tuned riffs and a bluesy, crawling tempo, the song captures the bitter weight of generational hate that can’t be buried. It’s not just a retelling—it’s a ritual dirge, a sludge hymn for anyone carrying a war they were born into.
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The image depicts a dark and moody scene with a man standing in the middle of a forest. He appears to be a warrior or a hunter, possibly from the Appalachian region, as he is dressed in a long coat. The forest is filled with trees, creating a sense of mystery and danger. The man seems to be the focal point of the image, with the forest surrounding him, emphasizing his connection to the land and the feudal blood that runs through his veins.
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Title: Feud BloodTags: Sludge Metal, Doom, Southern Metal, Appalachian, Slow, Groove-heavy, Dark, Grim[Intro] Thick with smoke, the ridge don't breathe Ash in the well, blood in the creek [Verse 1] My granddad’s ghost rides shotgun still Cursing the name that burned our hills Carved on bark, the oath was made No peace 'til bones are in the clay [Chorus] Feud blood, runnin’ deep in the roots Steel and fire, hand-me-down truth Born to the war, never chose the gun But it sleeps by the bed when the moon comes up [Verse 2] Mama told me never look their way But my eyes bleed red like every grave Crossed the line with a flask and flame Now every name’s just fuel for shame [Bridge] [Slow Break – Droning Guitar] Chains of kin, forged in spite We drink our hate with homemade shine [Chorus] Feud blood, runnin’ deep in the roots Steel and fire, hand-me-down truth Born to the war, never chose the gun But it sleeps by the bed when the moon comes up [Verse 3] Smoke curls up from a burning barn Another soul fed to this cursed land The church bell cries, but the mountain stays still It knows this wrath, it’s tasted the kill [Refrain] Ain’t no mercy, just a name in stone Feud blood stains what we call home [Outro] [Fade Out and End]