𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 (Ft. mpolemttien) by 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓲𝔁🦋

INTRO

[Half spoken / half sung – breathy, intimate, distant)
(Minimal piano, low synth pad, distant wind, very light reverb]

I wandered through the streets,
searching for a place to hide
from the daily madness,
from the university,
from roommates,
from the endless roar of cars.

And in my wandering,
I found a graveyard close to home,
an old, abandoned one.
To reach it, I had to cross
a small wooden bridge.

VERSE 1

[(Harsh male vocal enters slowly, low register)]

In the depths of a moonlit graveyard, shadows crawl,
Through the whispers of the mourners, I hear the call.
The earth is heavy, the air a dirge,
From the tombstones rise the haunted, as the darkness surges.

(Female whisper underneath, almost internal)
Here, two parallel worlds exist:
On one side, the haunted rise from stone,
On the other, a girl arrives
and rests her head upon a grave
to escape the noise chasing her mind.

CHORUS

[Full band swell, choir pad enters, slow and massive]

Wailing cries from the depths of despair,
Echo through the night like a rasping prayer.
In this sepulchral silence, hear the thunder's roar,
As the choir of ghosts sings through the door.

[Soft female voice, calm, grounded]
She hears only the wind,
and she calms,
inside the darkness,
inside the sounds.

VERSE 2

[Down-tuned guitars, slow doom groove, cello enters]

Beneath the crushing weight of a blackened sky,
Guitars down-tuned, they breathe and sigh,
With each note, a funeral bell tolls,
A symphony of sorrow that consumes our souls.

Cloaked in sorrow, the cello weeps,
A dirge for the lost in the shadows it keeps.
The organ's voice, a hymn from the deep,
Resonates in the hollow, where the restless sleep.

[Spoken / whispered overlay]
They weep and wail,
but all she hears
are cars, noise, crowds,
the chaos inside her head.

The thoughts tear at her soul.
She only wants a moment of quiet,
a fragment of comfort.

Sitting there among the graves,
her head laid down,
she listens to the harmonic voices
of the haunted souls.

For them it is sorrow.
For her, it becomes harmony.

CHORUS

[Bigger, thicker, more reverb]

Wailing cries from the depths of despair,
Echo through the night like a rasping prayer.
In this sepulchral silence, hear the thunder's roar,
As the choir of ghosts sings through the door.

[Female voice]
She listens only to the tones,
and she calms,
within the darkness,
within the singing sounds.

VERSE 3

[Bass crawl, Bonham-style stomp, distorted ambience]

A haunting groove, the bassline crawls,
Distorted murk, through the ancient halls.
The Bonham stomp in a chamber of stone,
As reverb rings out, we’re never alone.

A breathy baritone, a whisper of fate,
Transcending into howls, a heart filled with hate.
Gothic melodrama pierces the air,
With echoes of sorrow, entwined in despair.

[Female spoken confession]
Most of the graves were broken.
The place was abandoned,
a graveyard straight out of a horror film.

But there, I found silence.
I returned to that place every day,
just for a moment
to breathe,
to recharge,
to be with myself.

No people ever came.
Everything was neglected and dirty,
yet for me
it was a paradise of peace.

No people.
No cars.
No noise.
Just me, the graves,
and silence.

FINAL CHORUS

[Everything together, then slowly strip down]

Wailing cries from the depths of despair,
Echo through the night like a rasping prayer.
In this sepulchral silence, hear the thunder's roar,
As the choir of ghosts sings through the door.

[Almost a whisper]
She hears only the silence,
and she calms,
within the darkness,
within the singing voices.

OUTRO

[Solo piano, cello fading, long reverb tail]

So let the shadows embrace the fallen grace,
With each pounding heartbeat, a phantom trace.
In this cathedral of despair, we rise and we fall,
Together in darkness, we become the wall.

[Last line, barely audible]
And together,
we experience the silence
that sings to us.

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INTRO [Half spoken / half sung – breathy, intimate, distant) (Minimal piano, low synth pad, distant wind, very light reverb] I wandered through the streets, searching for a place to hide from the daily madness, from the university, from roommates, from the endless roar of cars. And in my wandering, I found a graveyard close to home, an old, abandoned one. To reach it, I had to cross a small wooden bridge. VERSE 1 [(Harsh male vocal enters slowly, low register)] In the depths of a moonlit graveyard, shadows crawl, Through the whispers of the mourners, I hear the call. The earth is heavy, the air a dirge, From the tombstones rise the haunted, as the darkness surges. (Female whisper underneath, almost internal) Here, two parallel worlds exist: On one side, the haunted rise from stone, On the other, a girl arrives and rests her head upon a grave to escape the noise chasing her mind. CHORUS [Full band swell, choir pad enters, slow and massive] Wailing cries from the depths of despair, Echo through the night like a rasping prayer. In this sepulchral silence, hear the thunder's roar, As the choir of ghosts sings through the door. [Soft female voice, calm, grounded] She hears only the wind, and she calms, inside the darkness, inside the sounds. VERSE 2 [Down-tuned guitars, slow doom groove, cello enters] Beneath the crushing weight of a blackened sky, Guitars down-tuned, they breathe and sigh, With each note, a funeral bell tolls, A symphony of sorrow that consumes our souls. Cloaked in sorrow, the cello weeps, A dirge for the lost in the shadows it keeps. The organ's voice, a hymn from the deep, Resonates in the hollow, where the restless sleep. [Spoken / whispered overlay] They weep and wail, but all she hears are cars, noise, crowds, the chaos inside her head. The thoughts tear at her soul. She only wants a moment of quiet, a fragment of comfort. Sitting there among the graves, her head laid down, she listens to the harmonic voices of the haunted souls. For them it is sorrow. For her, it becomes harmony. CHORUS [Bigger, thicker, more reverb] Wailing cries from the depths of despair, Echo through the night like a rasping prayer. In this sepulchral silence, hear the thunder's roar, As the choir of ghosts sings through the door. [Female voice] She listens only to the tones, and she calms, within the darkness, within the singing sounds. VERSE 3 [Bass crawl, Bonham-style stomp, distorted ambience] A haunting groove, the bassline crawls, Distorted murk, through the ancient halls. The Bonham stomp in a chamber of stone, As reverb rings out, we’re never alone. A breathy baritone, a whisper of fate, Transcending into howls, a heart filled with hate. Gothic melodrama pierces the air, With echoes of sorrow, entwined in despair. [Female spoken confession] Most of the graves were broken. The place was abandoned, a graveyard straight out of a horror film. But there, I found silence. I returned to that place every day, just for a moment to breathe, to recharge, to be with myself. No people ever came. Everything was neglected and dirty, yet for me it was a paradise of peace. No people. No cars. No noise. Just me, the graves, and silence. FINAL CHORUS [Everything together, then slowly strip down] Wailing cries from the depths of despair, Echo through the night like a rasping prayer. In this sepulchral silence, hear the thunder's roar, As the choir of ghosts sings through the door. [Almost a whisper] She hears only the silence, and she calms, within the darkness, within the singing voices. OUTRO [Solo piano, cello fading, long reverb tail] So let the shadows embrace the fallen grace, With each pounding heartbeat, a phantom trace. In this cathedral of despair, we rise and we fall, Together in darkness, we become the wall. [Last line, barely audible] And together, we experience the silence that sings to us.

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