Verse 1:
Three moons hang low like hooks in the fog,
Dragging the tide through a graveyard bog.
Wolves don’t howl - only radios do,
Spitting out last rites in a broken blue.
Pre-Chorus:
Saz rings thin like a cracked bone flute,
Toms roll deep like a distant brute.
I keep my breath like a stolen coin -
Paying the dark to let me join.
Chorus:
I’m Under the Hanging Moons,
Where the sky is a chain and the earth is a tomb.
I sing my curse in a slow collapse,
I turn my past into altar scraps.
Under the Hanging Moons,
Every heartbeat is marching in funeral shoes -
When the chorus hits, let the night resume:
I live… I rot… Under the Hanging Moons.
Verse 2:
Kaval winds through the cracks in my spine,
Writing old wars in a crooked line.
Duduk holds notes like a hand on a throat,
And I learn what silence really wrote.
Pre-Chorus:
Twelve beats rolling like teeth in the jaw,
The riff is a tide with a brutal law.
I don’t chase light - light makes me blind -
I chase the truth that the dark can find.
Chorus:
I’m Under the Hanging Moons…
I sing my curse in a slow collapse,
I turn my past into altar scraps.
Under the Hanging Moons,
Every heartbeat is marching in funeral shoes -
When the chorus hits, let the night resume:
I live… I rot… Under the Hanging Moons.
Bridge:
No sunrise - only bruised silver glare,
No clean air - only prayers in the snare.
If you hear me, don’t call me home -
I’m married to the low-end drone.
Final Chorus:
I’m Under the Hanging Moons,
Where the sky is a chain and the earth is a tomb.
I sing my curse till my throat turns numb -
And the crowd goes wild when the deadweight comes.
Under the Hanging Moons,
Let the last chord bloom like a black perfume -
I live… I rot… Under the Hanging Moons.
Three moons hang low like hooks in the fog,
Dragging the tide through a graveyard bog.
Wolves don’t howl - only radios do,
Spitting out last rites in a broken blue.
Pre-Chorus:
Saz rings thin like a cracked bone flute,
Toms roll deep like a distant brute.
I keep my breath like a stolen coin -
Paying the dark to let me join.
Chorus:
I’m Under the Hanging Moons,
Where the sky is a chain and the earth is a tomb.
I sing my curse in a slow collapse,
I turn my past into altar scraps.
Under the Hanging Moons,
Every heartbeat is marching in funeral shoes -
When the chorus hits, let the night resume:
I live… I rot… Under the Hanging Moons.
Verse 2:
Kaval winds through the cracks in my spine,
Writing old wars in a crooked line.
Duduk holds notes like a hand on a throat,
And I learn what silence really wrote.
Pre-Chorus:
Twelve beats rolling like teeth in the jaw,
The riff is a tide with a brutal law.
I don’t chase light - light makes me blind -
I chase the truth that the dark can find.
Chorus:
I’m Under the Hanging Moons…
I sing my curse in a slow collapse,
I turn my past into altar scraps.
Under the Hanging Moons,
Every heartbeat is marching in funeral shoes -
When the chorus hits, let the night resume:
I live… I rot… Under the Hanging Moons.
Bridge:
No sunrise - only bruised silver glare,
No clean air - only prayers in the snare.
If you hear me, don’t call me home -
I’m married to the low-end drone.
Final Chorus:
I’m Under the Hanging Moons,
Where the sky is a chain and the earth is a tomb.
I sing my curse till my throat turns numb -
And the crowd goes wild when the deadweight comes.
Under the Hanging Moons,
Let the last chord bloom like a black perfume -
I live… I rot… Under the Hanging Moons.
