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### Prompt for authentic DSBM track («DSBM puro») **Title:** *«Final Breath»* / *«Последний вздох»* **Genre:** Depressive Suicidal Black Metal (DSBM) — raw, uncompromising, visceral **Duration:** 8–10 min **Languages:** English and Russian (interspersed, raw street‑level diction) **Vocals:** natural voice of a young man Хлопчык (~20 years) — **no artificial effects**, genuine screams on the edge of breaking ### Goal and mood To create a **physical sensation** of suicidal despair: cold, loneliness, resolve, self‑hatred. The track must sound like a **genuine confession** in the dark — no theatrics, just naked truth and pain. The listener should feel like they’re in the room with the singer. ### Key sound elements 1. **Guitars:** - filthy, raw distortion (lo‑fi tape feel); - slow, monotonous riffs (60–75 BPM); - feedback and noise between phrases; - repeating motifs creating a hypnotic, trance‑like effect. Drums:** - dry, metal, male vocals

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**Final Breath / Последний вздох** *(Intro: 0:00–1:30 — Faint rain, wind howling outside cracked windows. Distant creaking door like a coffin lid. Indistinct whispers — Another effect room fading in: "done... done..." — barely audible, like self‑talk in the void.)* *(First vocal section: 1:30–3:00 — Slow riff drags in, filthy distortion buzzing. Whisper builds to breaking scream. Gun cocking — click‑clack. Safety off.)* They made me hate them... ....They made me hate them... *(long pause, breath ragged)* The floor is so cold, the walls are pressing in... В этом забвении... *(whisper cracks)* You have it all? No! Love, family, friends — and what about me? И ЧТО МНЕ ОСТАЁТСЯ?! *(5‑second silence, rain intensifies)* ...Go to hell... *(Instrumental transition: 3:00–4:30 — Riff Distortion thickens, dry drums thud like heart failing. Punches land — real fists on flesh, dull thumps. Gasps and moans bleed through. Synths choke the air low.)* *(Second vocal section: 4:30–6:00 — Hate‑scream erupts, voice shredding. Pauses stretch eternal. Intense punches, glass shatters somewhere close.)* Why do they run from me? Why do they want to live? This fucking mess where filth becomes real And the truth fades away... Эта проклятая грязь, где ложь становится правдой... И истина растворяется в пустоте... *(pause — 5 sec silence, just rain drip)* My suffering... there’s no escape... Моё страдание... выхода нет... To hell with everyone and my life... К чёрту всех и мою жизнь... Суки... AAAAAHHH... Broken... Broken again... Сломан... Сломан снова... My soul is dead... Моя душа мертва... Lies are taken as... Truth I’ll blow my fucking head off, and the walls will be covered С моей проклятой кровью и всей этой грязью... *(gun safety click echoes)* The only way... they’ll... know... I’m dead... is... by... the stench... of... Гниль... что... выйдет... из... моего... дома... *(howl builds)* AAAAAHHH FUCK! *(Climax: 6:00–7:30 — Riffs chaos, feedback screams. Wordless howls rip out — pure agony, voice collapsing. Punches frenzy, body‑fall thud, glass crunch underfoot.)* Life? Why live? For what? FOR WHAT?! Сгнить в аду... AAAAAH... All of you... Curse you... Все... Проклятие... AAAAAAH! *(body hits floor — heavy slump)* *(Third vocal section: 7:30–8:45 — Rhythm crawls slower, whisper‑scream mix. Rain swells, distant dog howls like mocking laughter.)* No escape... there’s nothing left to do... There is no escape now.... There's nothing more to be done.. Яны прымусілі мяне ненавідзець іх... Канец... кагосьці... іншага *(whisper breaks)* Silence screams louder than me... Тишина кричит громче меня... No prayers... no gods... just this knife... Нет молитв... нет богов... только этот нож... I’m not sad... I’m just... done... Я не грустен... я просто... кончен... The floor... it’s so cold... why won’t it swallow me? Пол... такой холодный... почему он не поглотит меня? *(Outro: 8:45–10:00+ — All dissolves: guitars to noise wall, feedback wails. Final punches weaken, gasps fade. Rain eternal. Last scream echoes into silence, На фоне чуваць некалькі кадраў з эфектамі FBX Inaudible voice— trigger pull? Click... nothing. Or everything.)* *(fading whisper: "The light... it burns... но тьма... она зовёт..." — cut to void.)* AAAAAH... Fuck... AAAAH... ....Fuck you all... *(final breath, rain continues forever)*