
Mother of Death
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- ballad
- singer-songwriter
- 2020s
- melancholic
- art pop
- alternative pop
- orchestral
- dark pop
- cinematic
- dream pop
Lyrics
Verse 1
I held her in the fevered dark
The candles burned so low
Her tiny hand went cold in mine
And I had nowhere left to go
The village coughed and fell like rain
My vials stood empty on the shelf
I knew the names of every herb
But I could not save myself... or her
Pre-Chorus
They said let her rest
They said let her go
But the dead don't answer
When the living let them go
Chorus
Ellen, I still hear you breathe
In every wind that tears through me
If death took you from these arms
Then I will walk through death itself
And bring you home
Bring you home
Verse 2
I found a man who spoke in tongues
His name was Oris, sharp and cold
He showed me pages stained with blood
And told me death could be controlled
I carved her name into the stone
I whispered rites beneath the moon
Lost souls began to call my name
And I answered much too soon
Pre-Chorus
They said stop this now
They said turn away
But the silence of her room
Was louder than what they could say
Chorus
Ellen, I still see your face
Behind the mask I wear in grace
If death took you from these arms
Then I will walk through death itself
And bring you home
Bring you home
Bridge
Oris laughed and took it all
The vessel glowed — a perfect light
He said a child is not worth this
And left me bleeding in the blight
I woke among the twisted trees
The bark was black, the sky was red
A voice that spoke from deeper down
Said I was not yet dead
Guitar Solo - slow, weeping
Verse 3
Now spirits follow where I step
Through graves I cannot leave behind
A mother watches from the mist
And judges every crime of mine
My eyes burn green beneath the mask
The dead have taught me how to speak
They whisper Ellen's name at night
And tell me she is still unique
Final Chorus - building with orchestra and choir
ELLEN, I WILL FIND YOUR SOUL
I'LL BREAK THE SKY AND TEAR THE HOLE
IF DEATH TOOK YOU FROM THESE ARMS
THEN I WILL WALK THROUGH DEATH ITSELF
I WILL UNMAKE THE GRAVE
I WILL REWRITE EVERY LAW
AND BRING YOU HOME
BRING YOU HOME
Outro
The gate is old. It moans in black.
Beyond it waits a changeless black.
I do not know what I will find.
I only know I will not turn back.
The Mother of Death
Watches
And waits
And I step through
For Ellen
Whispered
Always for Ellen
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