The Great Longing: A Song of Overabundance - Thus Spoke Zarathustra series (Remastered)

Epic classical orchestra, imperial march and royal anthem, Wagner style Die Walküre The Valkyrie, operatic rap male baritone, taiko drums, ballad and gothic style, niggun melodic and violins, joyful

[epic orchestra ensemble]

[Verse 1]
I stood upon the mountain’s crest, my soul a storm within,
Brushed away the dust of past, where shadows once had been.
No longer shackled, bent or bowed, no master’s voice to hear,
I carved my name upon the winds, beyond both doubt and fear.

[Chorus 1]
Who commands the waves to cease, or bids the stars to fall?
Who dares to shape the endless tide, yet claims no will at all?
I am the breath that whispers forth, the silence yet to speak,
Not chained to fate, nor slave to time—who dares to call me weak?

[Verse 2]
I drank the fire of wisdom’s well, and shattered sin’s embrace,
Tore from my hands the chains of guilt, and met the sun’s full face.
No kneeling in the temple’s halls, no prayers upon the sand,
For I am fate, the cycle’s wheel, the law beneath my hand.

[Chorus 2]
Who can name the nameless path, or bind what has no form?
Who weeps for loss yet holds the blade that cut through every storm?
I am the laughter of the stars, the cry before the dawn,
I gave the world its golden names—what loss when they are gone?

[Interlude: Spoken]
"The one who gives without regret, who pours until he’s dry—
Does he not own the greater wealth, though emptied by his cry?"

[Verse 3]
O soul, you rise with longing hands, yet know not whom to praise,
The giver or receiver—both are bound in passion’s blaze.
The vine must ache for vintager’s blade, its burden cut away,
Yet who can bear the knife and smile, and love what cannot stay?

[Chorus 3]
Who walks the path of ceaseless joy yet sings of what is lost?
Who dares to fill their cup anew, despite the spilling cost?
I am the one who drinks the light, yet thirsts for something more,
For longing’s gift is never filled—it beckons, never hoards.

[Bridge: Crescendo]
Then sing, O soul, when silence calls, let longing be your guide!
Let oceans still to hear your voice, let winds in awe abide!
For in the pulse of aching hearts, in weeping without shame,
The fire of the future burns—the song that has no name!

[Outro]
I gave thee all, my soul, my breath—till even I am naught,
And yet you smile, and yet you long, for gifts you never sought.
So tell me now, O restless one, which of us owes the debt?
But better still—sing on, my soul, and let me not forget.

Thus Spoke the One Who Longs.
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Thus Spoke Zarathustra !

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[epic orchestra ensemble] [Verse 1] I stood upon the mountain’s crest, my soul a storm within, Brushed away the dust of past, where shadows once had been. No longer shackled, bent or bowed, no master’s voice to hear, I carved my name upon the winds, beyond both doubt and fear. [Chorus 1] Who commands the waves to cease, or bids the stars to fall? Who dares to shape the endless tide, yet claims no will at all? I am the breath that whispers forth, the silence yet to speak, Not chained to fate, nor slave to time—who dares to call me weak? [Verse 2] I drank the fire of wisdom’s well, and shattered sin’s embrace, Tore from my hands the chains of guilt, and met the sun’s full face. No kneeling in the temple’s halls, no prayers upon the sand, For I am fate, the cycle’s wheel, the law beneath my hand. [Chorus 2] Who can name the nameless path, or bind what has no form? Who weeps for loss yet holds the blade that cut through every storm? I am the laughter of the stars, the cry before the dawn, I gave the world its golden names—what loss when they are gone? [Interlude: Spoken] "The one who gives without regret, who pours until he’s dry— Does he not own the greater wealth, though emptied by his cry?" [Verse 3] O soul, you rise with longing hands, yet know not whom to praise, The giver or receiver—both are bound in passion’s blaze. The vine must ache for vintager’s blade, its burden cut away, Yet who can bear the knife and smile, and love what cannot stay? [Chorus 3] Who walks the path of ceaseless joy yet sings of what is lost? Who dares to fill their cup anew, despite the spilling cost? I am the one who drinks the light, yet thirsts for something more, For longing’s gift is never filled—it beckons, never hoards. [Bridge: Crescendo] Then sing, O soul, when silence calls, let longing be your guide! Let oceans still to hear your voice, let winds in awe abide! For in the pulse of aching hearts, in weeping without shame, The fire of the future burns—the song that has no name! [Outro] I gave thee all, my soul, my breath—till even I am naught, And yet you smile, and yet you long, for gifts you never sought. So tell me now, O restless one, which of us owes the debt? But better still—sing on, my soul, and let me not forget. Thus Spoke the One Who Longs. [epic orchestra ensemble] Thus Spoke Zarathustra ! [epic orchestra ensemble]

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