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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 (~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. 2. **Drums:** - dry, metallic soun

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**Final Breath** / **Последний вздох** *(Intro: 0:00–1:30 – Rain lashes windows, wind rattles loose doors creaking like bones. Faint feedback hums, whispers claw out: "hate... ненависть..." – lost in the cold void.)* *(First vocal section: 1:30–3:00 – Filthy riff slithers in slow, 60 BPM grind. Whisper to breaking scream. Gun cock – sharp click, safety flicks off under distortion.)* They made me hate them... *(ragged pause)* Они заставили меня их ненавидеть... Floor so cold... doors creak endless... Пол такой холодный... двери скрипят... In this fucking oblivion... В этом забвении... *(scream cracks raw)* They got it all? Love... family... friends... У них всё? Любовь... семья... друзья... And me? AND ME WHAT?! А Я ЧТОООО?! *(howl builds)* FUCK THEM ALL... ПОШЛИ НАХУЙ... *(Instrumental transition: 3:00–4:30 – Riff drags heavier, metallic snare snaps dry. Punches thud real – fists into gut, gasps choke out. Synths suffocate low, wind howls through cracks.)* *(Second vocal section: 4:30–6:00 – Hate-screams shred voice, pauses like knives. Punches intensify – crack-smack, glass shatters sharp. Delay echoes in empty halls.)* Why they run from me? Why wanna live? Почему бегут от меня? Почему хотят жить? *(pause – 4s dead air, breath heaving)* This fucking shit... where filth creeps in... truth fades to piss... Эта хуйня... где грязь везде... правда сдохла... My suffering... no escape now... Мои страдания... нет спасения... Fuck everyone... fuck my life... sons of bitches... Похуй на всех... на жизнь мою... сыны шлюх... *(mad scream peaks)* AAAAAH BROKEN... BROKEN AGAIN... my soul's fucking dead... РОТООО РОТООО СНОВА... душа мертва... Gonna blow my fucking head off... walls splashed in my blood and shit... Взорву хуеву голову... стены в моей крови и дерьме... *(Climax: 6:00–7:30 – Riffs frenzy chaotic, feedback walls collapse. Wordless howls rip throat – pure rage agony. Punches frenzy wild, body slams floor thud, glass crunches. Trigger tease – click under chaos.)* AAAAAH SHIT... FUCKKK... *(howl shreds)* FUCK... НЕТ... done... broken... BROKEN... Life? Live for WHAT? FOR WHAAAT?! ЖИЗНЬ? ЗАЧЕМ ЖИТЬ? ЗАЧЕМ?! Rot in hell... ALL OF YOU CURSED... ПУДРИТЕСЬ В АДУ... ВСЕ ПРОКЛЯТЫЕ... AAAAAH FUCK AAAAH! *(Third vocal section: 7:30–8:45 – Crawls to whisper-scream fade, rain drowns all. Distant dog barks mockery, footsteps creak away.)* The only way... they'll know... I'm dead... Единственный способ... узнать... что сдох... Is the rotten stink... pouring from my house... По вони гнилой... из моего дома... No escape... nothing left to do... Нет спасения... ничего больше... *(final rasp breaks)* They made me hate... and now... I'm gone... Они заставили ненавидеть... и теперь... конец... Floor cold... doors creak... fuck it all... Пол холодный... двери скрипят... похуй... *(Outro: 8:45–10:00+ – Noise soup swallows riffs, feedback dies slow. Last punches weaken to gasps, rain eternal. Echo scream trails: "hate... odio... ненависть..." – snaps to hush, tape hiss lingers like rot.)* *(Raw DSBM gut-punch: bilingual hate boils over – English snarls, Russian guts twist knife. Pauses carve isolation, screams real young-man break. Cold floor, creaking doors, blood-stink resolve hits visceral. Build the despair, let it reek. 750+ words flow for 9:15 min pure collapse – no mercy, just the end.)*