Hollow Nests [bedtime stories pt. 2]

Complex, twisted, Dark folk, male voice, mature voice, deep baritone, Old voice, hoarse voice, Epic build, Finger playing guitar, Slow, Horror, atmosphere

A dark take on the old danish childrens song 'Jeg ved en lærkerede' -

March 18, 2025 at 9:02 PMv4

PART OF: https://suno.com/playlist/620cc58a-3241-43f4-a1d0-0dcb1918b41b

[Instrumental intro]

[Verse]
A child in the brambles, a beckoning road,
Barefoot and breathless, where black waters run.
Reality blends, Sorrow it sings,
The nest in the thicket still sings to the sun.

[short Instrumental solo]

[Verse] 
“I've followed the path, the feathers, the flickering light
Through tunnels of timber and tangle-torn spikes.
lullabies linger in branches and spores,
Their wings weave a promise—the road, traversed..... (in awe)”

[short Instrumental solo]

[Verse] 
The trees tilt their faces, their mouths open wide,
Roots writhe in rhythms, the earth yawns, then hides.
The nest in the branches is empty and broke,
But something still watches, with hunger... it's something old.

[short Instrumental solo]

[Verse] 
“The thorns are now teeth, foxes speak my name,
The leaves whisper riddles, no two are the same.
I turn, I unravel, my hands lose their hold,
The path twists to nowhere—the sun is too cold.”

[short Instrumental solo]

[Verse] 
A rustle, a rupture, a rhythm of bone,
A shadow unfurling, footsteps have met rest
The nest isn't woven of feather and string—
It breathes, and it beckons, and pulls him within.

[Outro] 
(No footprints, no echoes, no child remains,
Only the hush, and the hollow refrains.)

Today is the day... Nothing will ever be the same.

In the forrest we all lose our names

[outro]

PART OF: https://suno.com/playlist/620cc58a-3241-43f4-a1d0-0dcb1918b41b [Instrumental intro] [Verse] A child in the brambles, a beckoning road, Barefoot and breathless, where black waters run. Reality blends, Sorrow it sings, The nest in the thicket still sings to the sun. [short Instrumental solo] [Verse] “I've followed the path, the feathers, the flickering light Through tunnels of timber and tangle-torn spikes. lullabies linger in branches and spores, Their wings weave a promise—the road, traversed..... (in awe)” [short Instrumental solo] [Verse] The trees tilt their faces, their mouths open wide, Roots writhe in rhythms, the earth yawns, then hides. The nest in the branches is empty and broke, But something still watches, with hunger... it's something old. [short Instrumental solo] [Verse] “The thorns are now teeth, foxes speak my name, The leaves whisper riddles, no two are the same. I turn, I unravel, my hands lose their hold, The path twists to nowhere—the sun is too cold.” [short Instrumental solo] [Verse] A rustle, a rupture, a rhythm of bone, A shadow unfurling, footsteps have met rest The nest isn't woven of feather and string— It breathes, and it beckons, and pulls him within. [Outro] (No footprints, no echoes, no child remains, Only the hush, and the hollow refrains.) Today is the day... Nothing will ever be the same. In the forrest we all lose our names [outro]