Her Rite

Lyrics

[Intro - dark cinematic strings, low 808 pulse, breathy female whisper layered over reverb-drenched vocal chops, 70 bpm]

Yeah… they told me keep the strange at arm’s length
Now the gold is crawling up my veins like it pays rent
Amara gone, and the candles lean my way again
House of blood, House of vows—bitch, I’m walking in

[Verse 1 - trap hi-hats stuttering, heavy sub-bass, gritty soul guitar licks, aggressive yet intimate female rap-sung delivery]

Grandma’s prayers taste like copper on my tongue
Seven generations paid in flesh, the debt still young
Sister’s name carved in the floorboards, still warm
I followed the scent of secrets through the storm
They call me vessel, I call it cage
Spirits don’t visit—they decorate the stage
Lazare’s hands, all scar and silence, watching me decide
Whether I’m altar or weapon, worship or homicide
Gold under the skin, ancestors humming low
Told me I was chosen—didn’t ask if I wanted to know

[Pre-Chorus - building tension, sidechained pads swelling, vocal harmonies stacking, breathy ad-libs]

They said don’t say the words aloud
Now the words say me
House of covenants, House of chains
I’m breaking every key

[Chorus - explosive, anthemic, full band with distorted guitars, massive 808s, layered aggressive female vocals with gang harmonies]

I got Zara’s hands but the fire’s all mine
Blood remembers, and it’s running out of time
Living Altar, bitch, I’m the prayer and the knife
Spirits inside me—fuck your sacrifice
Gold in the marrow, hell in the glow
I didn’t come to kneel, I came to overthrow
Amara, I’m coming—move or get moved
The House wanted a vessel, now it’s getting a god

[Verse 2 - glitchy soul samples chopped, aggressive 808 slides, pitched female vocals trading with raw rap, dark sensual energy]

Lazare watches like he’s choosing sides
Worship the altar or watch the altar die
His scars tell stories his mouth won’t repeat
I feel the ancestors breathing every time our eyes meet
They taught me silence, I learned to scream
The House feeds on daughters—now I’m feeding on the dream
Gold spreading faster, the old ones getting loud
I’m not the offering, I’m the fucking shroud

[Bridge - stripped back, lone distorted electric guitar and sub-bass only, vulnerable yet fierce female vocals, almost spoken-sung]

If blood remembers, let it remember my name
Not the girl they buried, not the vessel they claimed
Amara, I’m burning every door between
Either I bring you home or I become the thing they fear

[Final Chorus - massive drop, full band re-entry with heavy distortion, aggressive female belting over trap drums and rock guitars, ad-libs screaming in the background]

I got Zara’s hands but the fire’s all mine
Blood remembers, and it’s running out of time
Living Altar, bitch, I’m the prayer and the knife
Spirits inside me—fuck your sacrifice
Gold in the marrow, hell in the glow
I didn’t come to kneel, I came to overthrow
House wanted a daughter, now it’s getting war
Zara walked in—something else walked out the door

[Outro - fading reverb-drenched vocals, distant 808 heartbeat, ghostly female harmonies dissolving into static]

…blood remembers…
…so do I…