Nothing At All

Melodic black metal, tightly rhythmic tremolo-picked guitar riffs and forceful low-tuned chug accents, blast-beat passages alternating with a deliberate stomping half-time groove, Begin with a sparse, ominous guitar motif, then drive into sharply defined verse and chorus sections; use a soaring minor-key lead-guitar melody over dense distorted rhythm guitars, with a brief instrumental lead break and a decisive final refrain, Raw-edged, wide guitar production, clear punchy drums, bleak and claustrophobic atmosphere, Harsh male black-metal screams with strongly articulated rhythmic phrasing and sustained anguished peaks #aimusic #new #music #metal #melodicmetal #blackmetal The room keeps count of every breath One chair, one cup, one hour left The radiator knocks against the wall Like someone trying, then forgetting why My name lies folded in a drawer Beneath the bills I never opened The window gives my face back pale No other face is there to see I set a place for silence It never misses supper When I go, let the door stay closed Let the dust keep what I couldn't hold No hand to reach, no voice to call Just one last room, and nothing at all The kettle cools beside the sink A strip of morning thins the blinds I count the cracks above the bed And lose the number every time The phone is dark; the hall is still The world has passed my door again I set a place for silence It never misses supper When I go, let the door stay closed Let the dust keep what I couldn't hold No hand to reach, no voice to call Just one last room, and nothing at all No witness, no forgiveness No final warmth against my skin I am the last light in this house And even that is wearing thin When I go, let the door stay closed Let the dust keep what I couldn't hold No hand to reach, no voice to call Just one last room Nothing at all The radiator knocks The room stays still