Release
Glass of Fire - Melodic Gothic Metal (Sep 2025)
A metal release from 0zkMusic.
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Lyrics
Your voice cuts the silence,
Like glass it shatters night.
Every word a burning match,
Every breath — a fight.
You paint the air in thunder,
My veins ignite with sparks.
In this storm of broken truth,
We are bleeding marks.
I drown in your fire,
Letters burn like skin.
Every poem sharper,
Than the knife within.
I scream into darkness,
But the echoes lie,
We were gods for a moment,
Now we’re ghosts that cry.
You walk the streets in rhythm,
Your shadow writes the rhyme.
Even pain becomes a song,
Even loss — sublime.
My chest is torn with meters,
Your heartbeat is the drum.
In your silence I still hear,
The end that will not come.
I drown in your fire,
Letters burn like skin.
Every poem sharper,
Than the knife within.
I scream into darkness,
But the echoes lie,
We were gods for a moment,
Now we’re ghosts that cry.
Ink runs red,
From the veins of night.
Love unread,
Is a fatal rite.
I drown in your fire,
Till the world is ash.
Every dream a requiem,
Every kiss a lash.
And if my voice is breaking,
Let the sky reply —
We were gods for a moment,
Now we’re ghosts that cry.
The idea#
A voice that cuts silence like glass; every word a match, every breath a fight. Love and poetry fuse into the same wound—letters burn like skin, each poem sharper than the knife within. Melodic gothic metal gives that extremity a theatrical body: thunder, sparks, gods for a moment, ghosts that cry.
Pain becomes song; loss, almost sublime. Ink runs red from the veins of night; unread love is called a fatal rite. One can hear mutual creation and mutual ruin. The sky is asked to reply when the voice breaks—grand, yes, but the core is intimate: two people who briefly outran mortality and now haunt what they made.
