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Track 5

House Of Burned Souls

A dark cinematic metalcore song about addiction, inherited trauma, debt, and the lifelong shadow of a place that destroys everyone who enters it.

House Of Burned Souls is track #5 of Music For The Lost.

Context

A dark cinematic metalcore song about addiction, inherited trauma, debt, and the lifelong shadow of a place that destroys everyone who enters it.

Lyrics

There’s a place in the dying light
Where broken spirits run.
They call it by a wicked name...
The House That Burned My Soul.
My life began in shadows there,
Born to rot and crawl.
And that house became the cradle
Of my rise and fall.

My mother cried a thousand nights,
She warned me not to stay.
But I walked back through those splintered doors,
And the Devil knew my name.
Cards and bottles on the floor,
Ashes on my tongue...
Every sin I swore I’d never taste
I swallowed, every one.

That house is a temple of ruin,
Built on blood and greed.
It welcomes all the lost and damned
And makes them all believe
That pain is just a promise,
And love is just a lie.
In the House That Burned My Soul,
I came to live and die.

Now I wear these chains of debt,
Iron ‘round my spine.
The walls still whisper in my sleep,
“Your soul was always mine.”
And every road I try to take
Leads back to that front door.
There's no redemption for the child
Who crawled across its floor.

That house is a grave of sinners,
Disguised in candlelight.
It drains the marrow from your bones
And calls it God’s own right.
Regret is carved into the walls,
Fear into the stone.
Inside the House That Burned My Soul,
You’ll never die alone.

If I could turn the clocks to ash
And break the cursed design,
I'd burn that house into the ground
And free my bloodline.
But the past is iron, unbroken...
Its doors forever stay.
So I pray no other child
Will ever walk that way.

That house keeps breathing fire,
A beast beneath the sun.
It feeds on hope and innocence
Till nothing’s left of one.
So mother, raise your children,
And tell them when they’re grown...
To stay far from the House That Burned My Soul,
Where I lost my own.

There’s a place in the dying light…
And it’s waiting still tonight.

Process

This is an AI-assisted track by Urundgaard Sonderbar, with music generation and synthetic vocals created using Suno. See Music For The Lost’s process and authorship notes for human contributions and the generation model.

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