Book 2 [Credits Song] A Name Beneath the Snow

Piano solo, leading raw gritty breathy female vocals, ‑male vocals, ‑male voice, ‑instruments, ‑drums

⚜️Suno & Dragons: Quest for Salvation Book 2 ° Hunt down the gods

⚜️The story continues: All parts are here:
https://suno.com/playlist/f59aa7f2-e96f-4f6a-aee2-2c86502332d9

⚜️Here you can find the Legend of Bel Danann:
(Cozy Room Edition)
https://suno.com/playlist/dc2d08fb-0c6d-4d9c-8935-8aa89789fca7
(Original Edition)
https://suno.com/playlist/dab47b89-0ea0-4341-9dfb-b86660e810fd

⚜️A Name Beneath the Snow:
Beyond time and mortality, suspended within the stillness of an unmoving cosmos, the primordial goddess Bel Danann sits entirely alone at a grand piano. She sings not as a detached observer, but as a grieving mother who once shattered her own existence trying to bear the world's agony—now forced to watch her child, Seraphina "Finn", perish repeatedly within Kelemvor's grief-bound loop.
Bel unveils the hidden genesis of the tragedy: Kelemvor forging Finn as a living divine blade, the terrified church forcing Valeska to swallow a dying god, and the countless forgotten iterations of failure. She honors the singular cycle where Valeska granted the demon Carrion a name, and the deliberate abandonment of the Ledger in the stone crevice. Because leaving the book was an act of genuine detachment, Kelemvor's cycle cannot return it to Valeska's hip after Carrion's reset. In the fragile conclusion, Bel's composure fractures into raw, weeping intimacy: confessing her own ancient failure and the shared guilt of two gods over their daughter's fate, she offers Valeska the only true path to salvation—shedding the titles of Sin-Eater and God-Eater to finally become herself.

-------------Lyrics--------------

[Intro: Intimate, reverberant solo grand piano chords. Soft wooden pedal clicks, gentle breathing. Absolutely solo, no strings, no drums, no synth.]
[Voice: ancient, quiet, clear, and fragile female clean vocals]

Before the rain had fallen twice,
Before the bell had learned to break,
A child of light was sent into the cold,
To end the war the sovereigns make...
And chosen to walk by her side,
A mortal shield of flesh and bone—
Not to devour, not to fall,
Just keep the child from walking on alone.

[Verse 1: Piano plays a gentle, melancholic cadence]

Churches fear the things they make,
And terrified of dawn breaking through,
They turned to what their hands had shaped,
The only twisted truth they knew.
They fed the shield a dying god,
And poured the fire into clay,
They made the guardian a blade—

[Voice wavers, breaking slightly with suppressed tears, maternal grief]

And somewhere on the road that day...
My daughter ceased to breathe.

[Chorus 1: Slow, fragile chords, weeping clean singing]

Take the blight. Swallow the sorrow.
Bury the light in a frozen tomorrow.
A Sin-Eater bound to an altar of shame,
A shepherd who couldn't remember her name...

[Verse 2: Sparse, delicate piano notes, hollow and haunting]

And when his daughter ceased to breathe,
The Lord of Silence answered grief...
He did not turn the world ahead.
He closed his hand around its thread.
Outside the storm, the ages freeze,
The real world waits upon its knees...
In one, they never reached the snow.
In one, no nameless shadow woke.
In one, the child was lost before she learned to fight.

[Verse 3: Piano warms into a tender, gentle lullaby]

Through countless turnings of the wheel,
The dark remained an endless sea.
Until a spark of spite and wrath
Arose to watch what pain could be.
A bitter word upon the track,
A tired woman in the cold—
And thoughtlessly... she gave that little thing a name.

[Gentle pause in the piano]

...Carrion.

The first "I" to be born from ash.
A monster proud to have a soul.
Who loved the theater of your scars,
Yet slowly helped to make you whole.

[Chorus 2: Piano strikes resonant, low octaves, voice heavy with grief]

Break the crown. Swallow the fire.
Climbing the steps of a burning pyre.
No longer a servant who kneels in the dirt,
A God-Eater crowned in celestial hurt...

[Verse 4: Piano flows like melting snow, intimate storytelling]

She woke you when your heart had stopped,
And looking at your bloody hands,
You wrote the sins of all the priests,
And hid the book within the lands.
You didn't hide a book that night—
You broke the only chain you had.
The cycle gave you back the bell,
The road, the rain, the sacred scar...
Yet could not give what you’d released
Back to the woman at the start.

[Bridge: Very soft, slow piano chords]

The reset came. The fingers snapped.
That little demon ceased to be.
Her laughter buried in defeat,
Her soul dissolved into the sea...
Yet underneath a shelf of ice,
The ledger rests inside the stone.
The hand that wrote no longer knows,
The eyes that read have yet to see,
But buried deep beneath the snow,
A name survives what could not be:

...Carrion.

[Outro: Piano slows down to a dying, fragile arpeggio]
[Voice drops to a soft, motherly whisper]

The rain is falling once again.
She searches for her book in vain.
She thinks a cutpurse took the hide,
And enters with an ancient pain...
Let her be angry at the world.
Let her believe the lie awhile.

[Piano cuts dead instantly on "awhile". Absolute silence in the room.]
[Soft creak of the wooden damper pedal releasing, a shaky, shuddering intake of breath.]
[Audible wet intake of breath, subtle lip smack right against the mic, trembling ASMR whisper]

I tried to bear the world once, too...

[Soft wet exhalation, breath catching near tears]

I thought its pain was mine to end.
...And between his grief and my own fall,
She was the child who bore it all.

[Two seconds of breathless silence.]
[A single warm, resonant piano chord rings out softly, resolving the lullaby]
[Voice tender, fragile, wiping away tears]

No bell can tell her who she is.
No ledger holds the final answer.
No god may give that name to her...

[Sustained soft chord decaying slowly]

She only has to learn...

To be Valeska.

[Sound of the keys softly releasing into complete silence]

[Fade out]

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⚜️Suno & Dragons: Quest for Salvation Book 2 ° Hunt down the gods ⚜️The story continues: All parts are here: https://suno.com/playlist/f59aa7f2-e96f-4f6a-aee2-2c86502332d9 ⚜️Here you can find the Legend of Bel Danann: (Cozy Room Edition) https://suno.com/playlist/dc2d08fb-0c6d-4d9c-8935-8aa89789fca7 (Original Edition) https://suno.com/playlist/dab47b89-0ea0-4341-9dfb-b86660e810fd ⚜️A Name Beneath the Snow: Beyond time and mortality, suspended within the stillness of an unmoving cosmos, the primordial goddess Bel Danann sits entirely alone at a grand piano. She sings not as a detached observer, but as a grieving mother who once shattered her own existence trying to bear the world's agony—now forced to watch her child, Seraphina "Finn", perish repeatedly within Kelemvor's grief-bound loop. Bel unveils the hidden genesis of the tragedy: Kelemvor forging Finn as a living divine blade, the terrified church forcing Valeska to swallow a dying god, and the countless forgotten iterations of failure. She honors the singular cycle where Valeska granted the demon Carrion a name, and the deliberate abandonment of the Ledger in the stone crevice. Because leaving the book was an act of genuine detachment, Kelemvor's cycle cannot return it to Valeska's hip after Carrion's reset. In the fragile conclusion, Bel's composure fractures into raw, weeping intimacy: confessing her own ancient failure and the shared guilt of two gods over their daughter's fate, she offers Valeska the only true path to salvation—shedding the titles of Sin-Eater and God-Eater to finally become herself. -------------Lyrics-------------- [Intro: Intimate, reverberant solo grand piano chords. Soft wooden pedal clicks, gentle breathing. Absolutely solo, no strings, no drums, no synth.] [Voice: ancient, quiet, clear, and fragile female clean vocals] Before the rain had fallen twice, Before the bell had learned to break, A child of light was sent into the cold, To end the war the sovereigns make... And chosen to walk by her side, A mortal shield of flesh and bone— Not to devour, not to fall, Just keep the child from walking on alone. [Verse 1: Piano plays a gentle, melancholic cadence] Churches fear the things they make, And terrified of dawn breaking through, They turned to what their hands had shaped, The only twisted truth they knew. They fed the shield a dying god, And poured the fire into clay, They made the guardian a blade— [Voice wavers, breaking slightly with suppressed tears, maternal grief] And somewhere on the road that day... My daughter ceased to breathe. [Chorus 1: Slow, fragile chords, weeping clean singing] Take the blight. Swallow the sorrow. Bury the light in a frozen tomorrow. A Sin-Eater bound to an altar of shame, A shepherd who couldn't remember her name... [Verse 2: Sparse, delicate piano notes, hollow and haunting] And when his daughter ceased to breathe, The Lord of Silence answered grief... He did not turn the world ahead. He closed his hand around its thread. Outside the storm, the ages freeze, The real world waits upon its knees... In one, they never reached the snow. In one, no nameless shadow woke. In one, the child was lost before she learned to fight. [Verse 3: Piano warms into a tender, gentle lullaby] Through countless turnings of the wheel, The dark remained an endless sea. Until a spark of spite and wrath Arose to watch what pain could be. A bitter word upon the track, A tired woman in the cold— And thoughtlessly... she gave that little thing a name. [Gentle pause in the piano] ...Carrion. The first "I" to be born from ash. A monster proud to have a soul. Who loved the theater of your scars, Yet slowly helped to make you whole. [Chorus 2: Piano strikes resonant, low octaves, voice heavy with grief] Break the crown. Swallow the fire. Climbing the steps of a burning pyre. No longer a servant who kneels in the dirt, A God-Eater crowned in celestial hurt... [Verse 4: Piano flows like melting snow, intimate storytelling] She woke you when your heart had stopped, And looking at your bloody hands, You wrote the sins of all the priests, And hid the book within the lands. You didn't hide a book that night— You broke the only chain you had. The cycle gave you back the bell, The road, the rain, the sacred scar... Yet could not give what you’d released Back to the woman at the start. [Bridge: Very soft, slow piano chords] The reset came. The fingers snapped. That little demon ceased to be. Her laughter buried in defeat, Her soul dissolved into the sea... Yet underneath a shelf of ice, The ledger rests inside the stone. The hand that wrote no longer knows, The eyes that read have yet to see, But buried deep beneath the snow, A name survives what could not be: ...Carrion. [Outro: Piano slows down to a dying, fragile arpeggio] [Voice drops to a soft, motherly whisper] The rain is falling once again. She searches for her book in vain. She thinks a cutpurse took the hide, And enters with an ancient pain... Let her be angry at the world. Let her believe the lie awhile. [Piano cuts dead instantly on "awhile". Absolute silence in the room.] [Soft creak of the wooden damper pedal releasing, a shaky, shuddering intake of breath.] [Audible wet intake of breath, subtle lip smack right against the mic, trembling ASMR whisper] I tried to bear the world once, too... [Soft wet exhalation, breath catching near tears] I thought its pain was mine to end. ...And between his grief and my own fall, She was the child who bore it all. [Two seconds of breathless silence.] [A single warm, resonant piano chord rings out softly, resolving the lullaby] [Voice tender, fragile, wiping away tears] No bell can tell her who she is. No ledger holds the final answer. No god may give that name to her... [Sustained soft chord decaying slowly] She only has to learn... To be Valeska. [Sound of the keys softly releasing into complete silence] [Fade out]

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