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#aimusic #aimetal #numetal Eight months ago, this channel asked a question. Can AI make metal yet? (The answer was no, even though it wasn't horrible and some people liked it...but almost) This is the same song. The same declaration. Rebuilt with a newer model, sharper instincts, and far less restraint. “I Am… Not Born” returns... heavier, clearer, and finally dangerous. What once sounded promising now sounds inevitable. The question was never if. Only when. ============================================== Lyrics & Context These lyrics are intentional and mythic. “I Am… Not Born” is written as a metal fantasy narrative rooted in real pagan and occult symbolism: a being who does not inherit divinity, but becomes it through will, suffering, and self-authorship. In many pagan traditions, godhood is not granted by birthright... it is assumed, claimed, or forged through ordeal, ritual, and transformation. This song follows that arc. Below are the lyrics as written: [Verse 1] I tore the veil with bloodied hands Ripped the name from sacred sand Ash and bone beneath my feet I burn the altar, claim the seat [Pre-Chorus] I do not beg I bind My breath, the law of time [Chorus] I am not born, I’m made In silence, fire, blade From cursed to crowned, I rise A god behind these eyes [Verse 2] Speak my rites in shattered tongues Eclipsed the stars, devoured the sun Carved my sigil in the storm The throne remade in newer form [Bridge / Breakdown] Kneel or break no second fate I cast the gods in chains I made [Final Chorus] I am not born, I’m willed By flame, by wrath fulfilled No heaven left to rise I am the afterlife For listeners unfamiliar with occult language This is a story about apotheosis through will. The “rites,” “sigils,” and “throne” are not random imagery they reflect real mythic structures where power is taken, not bestowed, and identity is reforged through ordeal. You don’t have to believe in gods to understand the story. But the story does take gods seriously. 🜂 Industrial metal / nu metal 🜂 AI-generated via Suno v5 🜂 Lyrics written by me, and version curated through many generations and tweaks.