Book 2 [4] Crown of Carrion

⚜️Suno & Dragons: Quest for Salvation Book 2 ° Hunt down the gods ⚜️The story continues: All parts are here: https://suno.com/playlist/f59aa7f2-e96f-4f6a-aee2-2c86502332d9 ⚜️​ Crown of Carrion Valeska fights her way through the arctic blizzard, utterly exhausted and in pain, while the demon Carrion dances mockingly around her every step. Carrion euphorically celebrates her own birth and her newly chosen name "Carrion," relishing Valeska's physical breakdown as a macabre theatrical performance and fully indulging in her own malicious power. She taunts the priestess with the dark hounds of the shrouded king, points to Finn as the fateful key, and lets it slip with sadistic delight that Valeska herself harbors a dark, suppressed sin. -------------Lyrics-------------- [Intro] [High-pitched, squealing guitar feedback piercing] [Fast, syncopated dissonant guitar riff enters with manic, sarcastic female laughter spoken] (Carrion? Carrion! ) ​[Verse 1: Fast, sharp clean vocals, highly sarcastic and theatrical delivery] "Carrion!" Oh, hear the splendid crown! Spit from her lips as the blizzard comes down! Look at her tremble, look at her bleed, A fragile little mortal driven by desperate need! So weak... so slow... your frail bones shake! Dragging that dead man's iron till your shoulders break! That broadsword is a mountain for a priestess so pale, You are too weak for this road, too small for this tale! ​[Verse 2: Driving double-bass, accelerating erratic rhythm] Do you even know what you hunt in the frost? What pale, hungry sovereign your path has crossed? The Sirens are hounds for the Sunless King— An ancient, blind god under cold, white wings! He devours the sparks that the mortals hold, Refining their souls into pale, frozen gold! And you march with your sword, so weak and so blind, Against a domain that erased all mankind! ​[Chorus: Catchy avant-garde refrain, multi-layered high clean vocals and shrieks] CALL ME CARRION! WEAR MY NEW NAME! YOU ARE SO WEAK, YET YOU RUN TO THE FLAME! SWING YOUR HEAVY IRON, FALL IN THE SNOW! SHOW ME HOW FAR A DYING FOOL CAN GO! SO WEAK! SO FRAGILE! SACRED FOOL! ​[Verse 3: Chaotic progressive breakdown, dynamic tempo shifts] And the child you weep for... the girl in the light? She is no innocent lamb in the night! I know from the Prime what that shockwave birthed— No mortal child holds such fire on earth! She is a key... a vessel... a catalyst crown! The Pale God needs her to tear heavens down! You think you will save her? You can't lift your steel! Your weakness is the only thing real! ​[Bridge: Minimalist instrumentation, deep pulsing sub-bass, quiet whispering vocal delivery] Yet... under your sweat, under blood and decay... I smell something strange that you locked away. A dark, heavy stain... not of holy light, A taste of old sins swallowed deep in the night. You act like a saint, but your soul bears a scar... Oh, priestess... what a delicious monster you are. ​[Chorus: High energy returns, brighter, faster, mocking polyrhythmic groove] CALL ME CARRION! WEAR MY NEW NAME! YOU ARE SO WEAK, YET YOU RUN TO THE FLAME! SWING YOUR HEAVY IRON, FALL IN THE SNOW! SHOW ME HOW FAR A DYING FOOL CAN GO! SO WEAK! SO FRAGILE! SACRED FOOL! ​[Outro: Full progressive black metal eruption turning into a bouncy, skipping, almost mocking nursery-rhyme rhythm with handclaps and dissonant strings] [Playful, high-pitched, mocking sing-song delivery] So weak... so slow... stumble and fall! Drag the heavy iron right into the wall! So weak! So small! Nowhere to hide! With your cute little name and your broken inside! [Repeated teasingly, echoing back and forth in high-pitched pitches] Weak... weak... weak little priestess! Carrion's pet! Carrion's guest! (Carrions pet..... Carrions guest.......) [Fade out]