Ballad Of Vaelric Noctevane🩸

## Suno & Dragons: The Song Campain ## Vaelric Noctevane🩸alias The Crimson Cantor Class / Archetype: Vampire Bard / Graveblade Wanderer Musical Vibe: Pagan Metal • Gothic Metal • Dark Rock • Dark Pagan Metal • Ritual Folk • Ancient Tavern Choir Energy Short Description: Once a noble court musician in a forgotten kingdom, Vaelric Noctevane was turned into a vampire during a massacre beneath a blood-red eclipse. Now he wanders from tavern to tavern carrying a blackwood lute carved with funeral runes and a silver longsword stained by centuries of betrayal. Vaelric is not the kind of vampire hiding in castles. He drinks with mercenaries, sings with dying warriors, and trades old songs for secrets. His voice sounds like candlelight in ruined cathedrals, smooth and haunting, but beneath the elegance lives something feral. In battle he fights like a dancing shadow, using cursed melodies to weaken enemies while his blade finishes the work. Around the tavern fire he appears calm, poetic, even charming until someone notices he never touches the food, and the wine in his goblet is far too dark. He joined the party after receiving a mysterious letter sealed with black wax and marked with the symbol of a broken moon. [Intro] Rain crawled soft across the tavern roof Candles drowned inside melted truth Old floorboards groaned beneath my feet Like the dead still buried underneath Thunder rolled beyond the pines While silver hunger filled my eyes And when I stepped through that crooked door Every voice inside the room grew poor [Verse 1] I heard them whisper as I passed Prayers trembling far too fast Like frightened saints could save their bones From the thing that walked alone My cloak still smelled of forest rain Of rusted steel and ancient pain A bone-white lute across my spine A blackened rose soaked deep in wine The barkeep froze beside the fire Like he’d seen my face in funeral pyres I sat among the thieves and damned With blood-red rings upon my hands The map was torn The letter stained And candle wax fell down like rain I felt the mountains call my name Like ghosts still chained me to their graves [Pre-Chorus] I hear the wilderness tonight Beyond the graves and fading light Where monsters wear a mortal grin And holy gods no longer listen [Chorus] Raise your cups beneath the storm None of us leave here unchanged We are the cursed The half-reborn Souls the midnight dark reclaimed So sing louder than cathedral bells Let old blood feed the roots below This tavern breathes like mouth of hell And still… we drink before we go [Verse 2] I was a lord centuries ago Before my veins betrayed the sun Now moonlight stains my pallid skin And every dawn feels like a gun I’ve danced with queens in haunted crypts Felt dead hands trembling on my lips I’ve heard old choirs beneath the earth Sing hymns that mocked my second birth Every village fears my smile Though I have guarded them for miles Because immortality twists the face Into something no prayers erase But something colder follows still Beyond immortal hunger’s will A wax seal marked with shattered moon Promised death would find me soon [Bridge] 🕯️ So bring the drummers Bring the choir Bring starving wolves around the fire If fate demands another grave Then let it choke on what I became Because I have buried too many names Inside this ruined heart of mine And every road I walk at night Feels one step closer to the divine Or damnation. Maybe both. [Final Chorus] Raise your cups beneath the storm Legends decay but never die We carve our names through blood and thorns Beneath black cathedrals in the sky And if tomorrow steals my breath Let tavern songs become my bones Because every road still leads to death But no one survives the dark alone So if you hear my lute at night Beyond the graveyards draped in snow Do not pray for my salvation Just raise your glass… And let me go 🩸🌧️