Copyright © 2025 467 Rhythmic Mixing Genre Labs https://suno.com/@foursixsevenrmgl ALBUM: https://suno.com/playlist/c099b84d-378b-46e7-bc47-9186e2b81202 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ # Album Digital Booklet: pdfhost.io/v/9peS7ZQnEf_467_Rhythmic_Mixing_Genre_Labs_-_Next_Hybridwave_Vol_2_Digital_Booklet Track 13 of 18 - Next Hybridwave Volume 2 Genre: Alternative Dance, New Rave, Noise Rock, Progressive Pop, Art Pop Influence: Arabic Pop, Hypnagogic Pop, Cinematic Classical, Anatolian Rock, Dance-Punk, Progressive Rock [Part 1: Aerialica] [Intro][arabic] في قلب الرمال حيث لا نهاية، اختفت الشمس خلف سراب الزمن "الرياستاسيا". أرياليكا، صوتها يهمس في الريح، تتنفس الأرواح في زجاجات العطر، وتسافر الروح عبر الزمن، إلى عالم غير مرئي، حيث ينتظر القدر. translate to english: In the heart of the endless sands, the sun disappeared behind the mirage of time, "Riastasia." Aerialica, her voice whispering in the wind, spirits breathe in perfume bottles, and the soul travels through time, to an unseen world, where destiny awaits. [Verse 1][english] As the silver screen unfolds Ceremony seems bliss, the last bottle just taken Dressed in a cicada-shaped coat A hollow star in a fading blaze [Pre-Chorus 1] A melody soaked in endless pain But every note pulls her closer to the cure Dear Aerialica, Fingers start trembling Can you feel it burn, Can you feel the sun slip? [Chorus 1] Have any audience seen dramatic incident Does anyone know what kind of strange enchantment Her inspirations are from these bottles, now it take her soul away When the spirits flew, She collapsed onto the stage [Bridge] The people in power and the audience want to revive her An unspeakable resurgence experiment begins [Verse 2] The secret sorcerer sent her soul to his house Integrated her soul into the fragrance The next day, the herbs and magic books in their house gradually decayed They could only let her souls be released in the desert, even if it wandered everywhere [Pre-Chorus 2] The house gradually regained its vitality but the wizard kept the secret Who knows who's perfume bottle which it live in who is her next life, with similar experiences [Chorus 2] Does any neighbor know what possessed them? Has anyone heard the magical and unpredictable singing Many have been her possession through the perfume becoming addicted and evanescing Until the last one, along with Aerialica and the perfume bottle, was abandoned in the desert a long time Her song remains, but where will it go [Solo] [Part 2: Ella] [Intro][Spoken Word][lo-fi] In the modern world, this soul is reborn as a young musician named Ella, who has an extraordinary talent for music since childhood. Similar to her previous life, she faces difficult-to-treat mental problems and medication overuse. She often feels a calling from deep within, as if an ancient voice is guiding her. [Verse 1] In the quiet of night, a whisper calls, Ella feels it deep, as darkness falls. A voice from before, a distant plea, Guiding her soul, though she can’t see. The music inside, it pulls her near, A melody soft, but sharp like fear. A life once lived, now takes its toll, An ancient echo calls from her soul. [Pre-Chorus 1] One day she found, a bottle old, With symbols strange, and stories untold. A mist arose, soft as a sigh, And whispered secrets of days gone by. The soul spoke, a song so clear, Of Riastasia, a land so near. A singer’s life, a potion’s cost, A soul once lost, now found. Ella felt the weight of time, A past reborn, a sacred rhyme. A curse that clung, a weight so strong, But music called her to sing along. [Chorus 1] Her voice, it carried, sweet and wild, 'Echoes of ancient' reappeared are remedy of previous life. Through melodies, the truth was known, Her soul, her past, are making up. [Verse 2] In every note, the power grew, The ancient song she always knew. But with each breath, a shadow crept, A weakness in her soul, it wept. [Pre-Chorus 2] To the desert's heart, she made her way, Where silence reigns, and skies turn gray. With A scholar’s direction, and start a trip. The curse it lingered, haunting still, A phantom’s grasp, an aching will. To break the chains, she must be pure, Through music’s power, the cure secure. [Chorus 2] Her voice and instruments are redemption that cross the time Echoes come from a place away from the noisy and oppressive environment Through melodies, the truth was known, Her soul, her past, now fully done. [Outro] Through the desert's endless sigh, Ella’s heart learned to fly. The medicine were gone, the weight was light, In the stillness, she found her might. At the edge of sand, she sang so pure, Her voice a balm, a perfect cure. With one last note, the bottle cracked, And with it, all her chains fell back. Her soul now free, her heart at peace, The music’s power would never cease. In the winds of time, her song lives on, This is a tale of break the destiny shackles, where she belongs.
