Tried to make a cross between Ghost and Poppy. Hope you enjoy

Lyrics and Melody : BGK

Created in Suno by : BGK

Images created in Grok and edited by : BGK

Lyrics :

Feast on the marrow and bone

Your banquet is endless, 

your table of stone

We are the meat, we are the wine

Beneath hopeless dark infernal mills,

Iron lungs heave black communion smoke,

The flesh of many rendered and torn

Grease the gears of the invisible yoke.

Each hour a psalm, A pitty wage for the fallen,

The cold scriptures devours the light

Prometheus chained to the quarterly circle,

His stolen fire sold back at a premium (price)

What do you profit 

(to gain the world)

If the soul is collateral

(the heart unfurled)

A contract, only paper and ink 

Sell Me!! Sell Me!!

Feast on the marrow and bone

Your banquet is endless, 

your table of stone

We are the meat, we are the wine,

suits in their temples sublime 

tongue licks the wound of the poor,

Turns rivers to ink and children to ore

The United fall

The dividend call

Devour us all

In Dante’s ninth circle the wicked convene,

Shinning gold, (Sold) counting infinite 

laughs in the mirror, 

Laughs at the dead!!

While the Mother is stripped naked and given a name.

A name none shall speak!!

Buy the illusion, own the throne,

Then wake in the cage withered and torn 

None shall speak 

Speak my name!

Feast on the marrow and bone

Your banquet is endless, 

your table of stone

We are the meat, we are the wine,

suits in their temples sublime 

tongue licks the wound of the poor,

Turns rivers to ink and children to ore

The United fall

The dividend call

Devour us all

Ohh

The Siren sings 

Ohh

Will it ever end 

Ohh

I can hear them calling

Ohh

I can hear the beauty

What do you profit 

(to gain the world)

If the soul is collateral

(the heart unfurled)

A contract only paper and ink

Drawn up by the owners 

The Weeping Time

But done willingly 

This is our time 

Sell!!!

Feast on the marrow and bone

Your banquet is endless, 

your table of stone

We are the meat, we are the wine,

suits in their temples sublime 

tongue licks the wound of the poor,

Turns rivers to ink and children to ore

Feast on the marrow and bone

Your banquet is endless, 

your table of stone

We are the meat, we are the wine,

suits in their temples sublime 

tongue licks the wound of the poor,

Turns rivers to ink and children to oreb

[GothSynth/Metal/Pop] Feast