Book 1 [10] The Dead Coast
⚜️Suno & Dragons: Quest for Salvation Book 1 ° The Northern Border ⚜️The story continues: All Parts here: https://suno.com/playlist/f59aa7f2-e96f-4f6a-aee2-2c86502332d9 ⚜️The Dead coast: The trio reaches the bleak, sheer cliffs of the "Dead Coast." The biting ocean wind cuts through armor and skin, while pitch-black waves crash violently against razor-sharp rocks far below. As Gideon silently leads the march, his inner resolve crumbles beneath the physical and mental weight of the journey. Finn looks up at him in fear, and Valeska seeks stability in his massive frame—yet Gideon is drowning in silent self-contempt. He no longer sees himself as the protective bastion his companions believe him to be, but as a hollow, broken shield merely delaying their inevitable doom at the graveyard of his past. ------------Lyrics-------------- [Intro: Heavy industrial thrumming, grinding bass with mechanical, rhythmic clanking] [Verse 1: Deep, raspy growls—suffocating and overwhelmed] My armor weighs more than the iron I wear, The scar on my throat burns in salt-heavy air. Every crunching step on this frost-bitten ground Feels like marching to where my own bones will be found. I drag my legs forward, a corpse on a rope, Breaking the ice without reason or hope. [Pre-Chorus: Heavy industrial pulse, drums build up with crushing mechanical hits] The coast isn't a place—it’s a jaw open wide! The salt in the wind is the sweat of those who died! Don't ask me the distance! Don't ask me the way! My body remembers where I rotted away! [Chorus: Explosive Groove Metal eruption. Aggressive, guttural power] Drown the compass! Break the heavy chain! Every mile is a link in a wall of pain! You call it salvation... I call it the grave— Where I lost every shred of the oath that I gave! The Dead Coast isn't where the story grows— It’s where the coward inside of me shows! [Verse 2: Hypnotic half-time Sludge groove with screeching guitar bends] The grey ocean line cuts the sky like a knife, A monument built to the end of my life. The path is a ledger of blood and of frost, Measuring everything I ever lost. The wind doesn't blow here, it rasps like a throat, That was slit on the stones of a shipwrecked boat. I feel my old guilt like a fire on my skin, Walking alone where my nightmares begin. [Pre-Chorus: Heavy industrial pulse, drums build up with crushing mechanical hits] The coast isn't a place—it’s a jaw open wide! The salt in the wind is the sweat of those who died! Don't ask me the distance! Don't ask me the way! My body remembers where I rotted away! [Chorus: Explosive Groove Metal eruption. Aggressive, guttural power] Drown the compass! Break the heavy chain! Every mile is a link in a wall of pain! You call it salvation... I call it the grave— Where I lost every shred of the oath that I gave! The Dead Coast isn't where the story grows— It’s where the coward inside of me shows! [Bridge: Heavy, crushing breakdown. Drums drop to a dragging, heartbeat-like pulse] Ten years of silence... bought with coward's gold. Ten years of breathing air I stole from the bold. I returned to the place where I buried my name... (Guitars erupt into an overwhelming wall of screeching feedback) THERE IS NO HERO HERE! ONLY MY SHAME! [Guitar Solo: Screeching, chaotic Groove-Metal solo with heavy bends and dissonant notes] [Chorus: Maximum heavy impact, vocals layered with brutal growls] Drown the compass! Break the heavy chain! Every mile is a link in a wall of pain! You call it salvation... I call it the grave— Where I lost every shred of the oath that I gave! The Dead Coast isn't where the story grows— It’s where the coward inside of me shows! [Outro: Riffs slow down to an agonizing, dying crawl] (Low, gasping breaths) I'm here... The water is black... No one is coming back... [Music fades]
