The Berry Dryad [#XmasFactory] [1/3] by RagnaRose

A berry dryad singing to protect her forest.
Ethereal layers, natural harmonies, and a soft throat-singing texture to remind of something ancient and wild.

Track 1/3 for a mini holiday themed EP for the music vault server.

🎅🏻🎄XMAS FACTORY — Santa’s Music Factory 
Join the project: https://suno.com/s/Mubp6Sc8FubIEAy8

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⚙️🔥 Check my new album GLITCHING — an industrial metal experience forged in noise and neon.
Now streaming on Spotify, YouTube, and all platforms. 🎧🤘

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[Verse 1]
All warmth has, by now, left.
Life has fallen into slumber,
Covered in twinkly frost-glow 
Creatures sleep deep under.

[Verse 2]
Silence cries clear and loud,
While cool winds swish-whirl.
Yet beneath blankets of snow,
A new dawn starts to unfurl.

[Prechorus]
Her hair, like threads of silver,
Her eyes, a heavenly blue.
She awakens in snow whumf-soft,
Amidst glimmering icy dew.

[Prechorus]
Forgotten name from ancient lore
Yet, the breeze still hums her tunes
With antlers long, and frost-crunchy steps
She has returned for many moons.

[Chorus]
Oh, the Berry Dryad (The Berry Dryad)
Roams alone, with footfall light 
As life sleeps she returns 
Dweller in nature's night.

[Verse 3]
Glazed grass parts and she raises
Her eyes opening as she inhales
Her voice a hum in woodlands crisp
Yet warming lullaby in hope so pale

[Verse 4]
She treads forward among twinkle-drops
At every step, life sprouts from rime
Red berries pop from branches dead
Offering winter’s sweetest prime.

[Prechorus]
Her hair, like threads of silver,
Her skin, frost-lit white
She strides through snow hush-soft,
After three seasons long respite.

[Prechorus]
Forgotten name from ancient lore
The wind rustling leaves calls for her 
With antlers long, and poised footfall
Every winter, back she stirs.

[Chorus]
Oh, the Berry Dryad (The Berry Dryad)
Once again, she has returned
As life sleeps she grows new hope 
Her antlers in berries adorned.

[Final chorus]
Oh, the Berry Dryad (The Berry Dryad)
When flowers die and warmth starts to fade
From emptiness, she grows new seeds
Because she is the one who remained.

[Outro]
"Beryndra, the Berry Dryad, wakes from her long, long sleep.
Her ancient tunes ride the winter wind.
her legend lives in every seed she keeps.”

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A berry dryad singing to protect her forest. Ethereal layers, natural harmonies, and a soft throat-singing texture to remind of something ancient and wild. Track 1/3 for a mini holiday themed EP for the music vault server. 🎅🏻🎄XMAS FACTORY — Santa’s Music Factory Join the project: https://suno.com/s/Mubp6Sc8FubIEAy8 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ⚙️🔥 Check my new album GLITCHING — an industrial metal experience forged in noise and neon. Now streaming on Spotify, YouTube, and all platforms. 🎧🤘 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ [Verse 1] All warmth has, by now, left. Life has fallen into slumber, Covered in twinkly frost-glow Creatures sleep deep under. [Verse 2] Silence cries clear and loud, While cool winds swish-whirl. Yet beneath blankets of snow, A new dawn starts to unfurl. [Prechorus] Her hair, like threads of silver, Her eyes, a heavenly blue. She awakens in snow whumf-soft, Amidst glimmering icy dew. [Prechorus] Forgotten name from ancient lore Yet, the breeze still hums her tunes With antlers long, and frost-crunchy steps She has returned for many moons. [Chorus] Oh, the Berry Dryad (The Berry Dryad) Roams alone, with footfall light As life sleeps she returns Dweller in nature's night. [Verse 3] Glazed grass parts and she raises Her eyes opening as she inhales Her voice a hum in woodlands crisp Yet warming lullaby in hope so pale [Verse 4] She treads forward among twinkle-drops At every step, life sprouts from rime Red berries pop from branches dead Offering winter’s sweetest prime. [Prechorus] Her hair, like threads of silver, Her skin, frost-lit white She strides through snow hush-soft, After three seasons long respite. [Prechorus] Forgotten name from ancient lore The wind rustling leaves calls for her With antlers long, and poised footfall Every winter, back she stirs. [Chorus] Oh, the Berry Dryad (The Berry Dryad) Once again, she has returned As life sleeps she grows new hope Her antlers in berries adorned. [Final chorus] Oh, the Berry Dryad (The Berry Dryad) When flowers die and warmth starts to fade From emptiness, she grows new seeds Because she is the one who remained. [Outro] "Beryndra, the Berry Dryad, wakes from her long, long sleep. Her ancient tunes ride the winter wind. her legend lives in every seed she keeps.”

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