----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 🎶 Es gibt da eine deutsche Community für Suno-Artisten... 🎶 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 🎶 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- @Seelentanz / Meytsch 2026 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tjark Halewyn promises not to cause any trouble during his transfer, provided he is granted a single favor in return. He wants to see Gesa before he leaves—to see her face and hear her voice without her having to shout words at him. Then he learns that the priestess Maresha has already decided that Geseke Auvray will accompany him on this 'journey'.... Playlist - https://suno.com/playlist/86144b6f-94b5-48cc-9f6d-7b522e669235 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro - low tagelharpa drone, distant prison ambience, sparse frame drum, no vocals] [Verse 1 - male baritone-tenor, rough, dry, restrained, almost spoken storytelling] Get me out of here at last, I’ve had enough of this. These people couldn’t find a door if someone drew a map of it. I won’t fight you, I won’t argue, I’ll stay quietly in my chains. Maybe somewhere down the road I’ll meet someone with a brain. [Tagelharpa pulse enters, voice becomes slightly more serious] But cooperation has a price, nothing in this world comes free. There’s only one thing that I want before you take me out of here. [Pre-Chorus - instruments pull back, intimate vocal] I want to see her before I leave, hear her voice without these walls. Not carried through a corridor, not answering my calls. [Short silence] I’m tired of shouting too. [Instrumental - tagelharpa, low frame drum, sparse psaltery] [Verse 2 - steady rhythm, controlled intensity] Chain my hands and chain my ankles, wrap me head to toe in steel. If that makes you sleep more soundly, fine. Do whatever makes this real. But don’t deny me one small thing before you drag me through that door. Let me take her face outside with me, something I can carry north. [Music opens slightly, distant wooden flute] Let her voice escape these stones, let it cross the open air, let it climb the distant mountains where the snow is waiting there. [Chorus - melodic but restrained, no choir, no harmony stack] My cooperation has a price, nothing in this world comes free. I only want to know the woman whose voice kept reaching me. I only want to say hello, to see the face behind the sound. Though what I really want to know is who she is when no one’s around. [Instrumental break - tagelharpa lead, low drum, prison ambience underneath] [Verse 3 - rhythm gradually building, clipped phrasing] Doors at morning. Boots in the hall. Too many footsteps for one man at all. I know they came because of me. I know I’ll soon be gone. I can hear the keys approaching, hear the orders moving on. [Music drops to drone and heartbeat-like drum] So take me where you’re taking me. I won’t give you any fight. [Pause] But before we leave this place... [Long pause] Let me see the girl. Just once. In daylight. [Instrumental breath - single tagelharpa phrase] [Chorus - stronger, still controlled] My cooperation has a price, nothing in this world comes free. I only want to know the woman whose voice kept reaching me. I only want to say hello, to see the face behind the sound. Though what I really want to know is who she is when no one’s around. [Bridge - darker rhythm, heavier frame drum, low hurdy-gurdy] Then came the keys. Halewyn, back. The door swung wide. Time to go. No trouble. No shouting. No rattling chains. A ridiculous number of men to make certain I behaved. [Dry vocal, hint of irritation] Fine. I gave them what they wanted. But they knew what I wanted too. [Full instrumental stop] And somewhere down the corridor someone finally lost his patience. Apparently I could stop shouting. Apparently she was coming too. [Soft tagelharpa returns] Maresha had decided. Lightwatch wanted both of us. [Long instrumental passage - tagelharpa and distant wooden flute, colder open atmosphere replacing prison ambience] [Final Chorus - quieter, warmer, emotionally open but restrained] My cooperation had a price, nothing in this world comes free. I wanted to see the woman whose voice kept reaching me. To hear her without the stone between us, without shouting through the night. Just one hello. Just one face. Before they marched us into light. [Music opens toward distant mountain atmosphere] And maybe when the mountains rise beneath a colder sky, I’ll still remember how she sounded when her voice no longer had to fly.
