Ezra: The Warrior Bard - Echoes of Eorzea (Older Versions - Being Updated)
Ezra Parzival’s songs weave bardic tales, tribal melodies, and ancient aetheric hymns—echoes of Eorzea’s trials and triumphs, shaped by history, ritual, and the unseen forces guiding his journey.
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15 songs
4:22
Ezra steps into this form as if conjured by storm and memory, The air carries ancient echoes—tones spiraling from his sacred wooden flute, each note shaped from root and ritual, guiding the silence with breath and purpose, This flute is not accompaniment—it is his voice’s twin, bound to the marrow of every phrase, His grounded male tenor-baritone—rooted in the Gaelic tradition and carried on windswept emotion—calls forth with tones both haunting and triumphant, cradled in the key of D minor or E minor, The cadence flows like mist and memory, carried between heartbeats and stars, There are no strings, No choir, No echo of another voice, No cinematic veil, Only occasional, subtle drums—pulsing softly like a distant, sacred heartbeat, They do not drive the rhythm; they follow the breath of the flute and voice, This is Ezra—alone, immense, unshaken—his soul laid bare in melody, with the sacred flute singing what words cannot hold
4:38
Ezra steps into this form as if conjured by storm and memory, The air carries ancient echoes—tones spiraling from his sacred wooden flute, each note shaped from root and ritual, guiding the silence with breath and purpose, This flute is not accompaniment—it is his voice’s twin, bound to the marrow of every phrase, His grounded male tenor-baritone—rooted in the Gaelic tradition and carried on windswept emotion—calls forth with tones both haunting and triumphant, cradled in the key of D minor or E minor, The cadence flows like mist and memory, carried between heartbeats and stars to a BPM of 68–72 BPM, There are no strings, No choir, No echo of another voice, No cinematic veil, Only occasional, subtle drums—pulsing softly like a distant, sacred heartbeat, They do not drive the rhythm; they follow the breath of the flute and voice, This is Ezra—alone, immense, unshaken—his soul laid bare in melody, with the sacred flute singing what words cannot hold
2:49
Ezra steps into this form as if conjured by storm and memory, The air carries ancient echoes—tones spiraling from his sacred wooden flute, each note shaped from root and ritual, guiding the silence with breath and purpose, This flute is not accompaniment—it is his voice’s twin, bound to the marrow of every phrase, His grounded male tenor-baritone—rooted in the Gaelic tradition and carried on windswept emotion—calls forth with tones both haunting and triumphant, cradled in the key of D minor or E minor, The cadence flows like mist and memory, carried between heartbeats and stars at a BPM range of 68-72 BPM
There are no strings, No choir, No echo of another voice, No cinematic veil, Only occasional, subtle drums—pulsing softly like a distant, sacred heartbeat, They do not drive the rhythm; they follow the breath of the flute and voice, This is Ezra—alone, immense, unshaken—his soul laid bare in melody, with the sacred flute singing what words cannot hold
3:12
Ezra steps into this form as if conjured by storm and memory, The air carries ancient echoes—tones spiraling from his sacred wooden flute, each note shaped from root and ritual, guiding the silence with breath and purpose, This flute is not accompaniment—it is his voice’s twin, bound to the marrow of every phrase, The flute is the primary
His grounded male tenor-baritone—rooted in the Gaelic tradition and carried on windswept emotion—calls forth with tones both haunting and triumphant, cradled in the key of D minor or E minor, The cadence flows like mist and memory, carried between heartbeats and stars at a BPM of about 59 BPM, There are no strings, No choir, No echo of another voice, No cinematic veil, Only occasional, subtle drums—pulsing softly like a distant, sacred heartbeat, They do not drive the rhythm; they follow the breath of the flute and voice, This is Ezra—alone, immense, unshaken—his soul laid bare in melody, with the sacred flute singing what words cannot hold
4:53
Ezra becomes the keeper of the flame—not one that blazes, but one that glows softly through fear and nightfall, His voice, a warm tenor-baritone in D minor or E minor, drifts like smoke through woven hides and wind-hollowed wood, It doesn’t command attention; it invites closeness, Each word feels sung beside a child’s resting head or to still trembling hands in a storm, His sacred wooden flute leads—breathy, earthy, rising and falling in gentle arcs to reassure, No drums, No percussive movement, Only occasional soft string plucks or low hum-like drones, like the heartbeat of earth beneath a cradle, The lullaby flows without tempo’s urgency, hovering gently around 58–68 BPM depending on intent, This persona isn’t about escape or spectacle—it’s about presence, A quiet ritual that says: “You are safe, You are heard, The night watches with me, ” No layered harmonies, no external voices, This is Ezra alone—cradling tradition in tone and breath
3:14
Solo male vocal in D minor—tenor-baritone, age ~14, with a breath-warmed tone that has settled just after voice shift, Subtle Scottish-Gaelic lilt, reminiscent of a young Stuart Mackey or early Sean Connery, Voice is steady, youthful, and reverent—no pitch changes, no harmonies, no age variations, Vocal enters within 10–15 seconds, Tribal wooden flute and low hand drum begin the track and continue softly beneath vocals throughout, This is a rhythmic invocation with skaldic cadence—Ezra calls to the divine through ritual breath and beat, Tempo: 82–86 BPM, Absolutely no female vocals, spectral overlays, or secondary voices of any kind, Ezra sings alone, from start to finish, Solo male chant ONLY, No additional vocals, Any added voices besides the stated vocal = failure of generation and immediate rejection/thumbs down
4:09
Ezra sings in the voice of the frostbitten highlands—tenor-baritone with a Gaelic cadence, rooted in D or E minor, His baritone lute leads with slow, deliberate chords, each one a step through snow, Low bowed strings and distant drums echo like memory beneath stone, The bone flute, used sparingly, carries the breath of the star, This is not a lament—it is a vow, A song sung beside the Vault, beside the pyre, beside the shield that did not break, Influenced by Coerthan wind, knightly sacrifice, and the fire that survives the cold, **BPM: 60–72**, unwavering and solemn
4:09
Ezra sings in the voice of the frostbitten highlands—tenor-baritone with a Gaelic cadence, rooted in D or E minor, His baritone lute leads with slow, deliberate chords, each one a step through snow, Low bowed strings and distant drums echo like memory beneath stone, The bone flute, used sparingly, carries the breath of the star, This is not a lament—it is a vow, A song sung beside the Vault, beside the pyre, beside the shield that did not break, Influenced by Coerthan wind, knightly sacrifice, and the fire that survives the cold, **BPM: 60–72**, unwavering and solemn
4:04
Ezra sings in the voice of the frostbitten highlands—tenor-baritone with a Gaelic cadence, rooted in D or E minor, His baritone lute leads with slow, deliberate chords, each one a step through snow, Low bowed strings and distant drums echo like memory beneath stone, The bone flute, used sparingly, carries the breath of the star, This is not a lament—it is a vow, A song sung beside the Vault, beside the pyre, beside the shield that did not break, Influenced by Coerthan wind, knightly sacrifice, and the fire that survives the cold, **BPM: 60–72**, unwavering and solemn
3:59
Ezra sings in the voice of the frostbitten highlands—tenor-baritone with a Gaelic cadence, rooted in D or E minor, His baritone lute leads with slow, deliberate chords, each one a step through snow, Low bowed strings and distant drums echo like memory beneath stone, The bone flute, used sparingly, carries the breath of the star, This is not a lament—it is a vow, A song sung beside the Vault, beside the pyre, beside the shield that did not break, Influenced by Coerthan wind, knightly sacrifice, and the fire that survives the cold, **BPM: 60–72**, unwavering and solemn
4:07
Ezra sings in the voice of the frostbitten highlands—tenor-baritone with a Gaelic cadence, rooted in D or E minor, His baritone lute leads with slow, deliberate chords, each one a step through snow, Low bowed strings and distant drums echo like memory beneath stone, The bone flute, used sparingly, carries the breath of the star, This is not a lament—it is a vow, A song sung beside the Vault, beside the pyre, beside the shield that did not break, Influenced by Coerthan wind, knightly sacrifice, and the fire that survives the cold, **BPM: 60–72**, unwavering and solemn
4:00
Ezra sings in the voice of the frostbitten highlands—tenor-baritone with a Gaelic cadence, rooted in D or E minor, His baritone lute leads with slow, deliberate chords, each one a step through snow, Low bowed strings and distant drums echo like memory beneath stone, The bone flute, used sparingly, carries the breath of the star, This is not a lament—it is a vow, A song sung beside the Vault, beside the pyre, beside the shield that did not break, Influenced by Coerthan wind, knightly sacrifice, and the fire that survives the cold, **BPM: 60–72**, unwavering and solemn
3:42
Ezra sings alone with a voice forged in oath—tenor-baritone with a Gaelic edge, carried in D or E minor, His sacred wooden flute leads each phrase with clarity, rising like hope against snowfall, No backing vocals, no swelling chorus, Gentle struck strings and heartbeat-slow drums echo like memories beneath armor, The tone is not mournful, but reverent—sung beside the pyre, not over it, Influenced by bardic tribute, northern winds, and the quiet courage of loyalty, **BPM: 68–86**, lifting gently with resolve
4:34
Ezra sings alone with a voice forged in oath—tenor-baritone with a Gaelic edge, carried in D or E minor, His sacred wooden flute leads each phrase with clarity, rising like hope against snowfall, No backing vocals, no swelling chorus, Gentle struck strings and heartbeat-slow drums echo like memories beneath armor, The tone is not mournful, but reverent—sung beside the pyre, not over it, Influenced by bardic tribute, northern winds, and the quiet courage of loyalty, **BPM: 68–86**, lifting gently with resolve
7:59
Ezra sings from within the mist of memory—solo, bare, and unshaken, His warm tenor-baritone carries a subtle Gaelic brogue, grounded in D or E minor, The sacred wooden flute is the voice’s twin, weaving breath and tone into aetheric melody, No harmonies, No backing vocals, No cinematic excess, Subtle drums echo like a distant heartbeat, following voice and flute—not leading them, Rooted in tribal, Nordic, Native American, and metal-inspired stillness, this persona breathes between stars, Runtime must exceed 7:30, with all 13 verses fitting the 8-minute max, Target BPM 95–100 to reflect a vibrant ritual cadence—breath-led but urgent, like Valkyries guiding souls to the sacred hall, Instrumentals must be minimal and purposeful—no ambient filler, The tone remains ancestral, bardic, and mythic, Avoid Eastern scales, ornamental phrasing, and exoticized fantasy tropes, ‑Eastern styles, ‑Arabian nights, ‑Egyptian influence, ‑India influence, ‑throat singing