------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 🎶 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 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They did not know what he was. At first, they called him a werewolf. But he told them about the peoples in the mountains—and about the guardians made of skin and fur. They did not know what would happen if they killed him; might they perhaps incur the wrath of the gods? So they summoned help, and soon he was to be taken to another place—a place where, perhaps, the truth of his words could be better verified... Tjark knew he would leave, yet he also knew he would not forget Gesa... Playlist - https://suno.com/playlist/86144b6f-94b5-48cc-9f6d-7b522e669235 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro – soft tagelharpa drone, faint hurdy-gurdy underneath, sparse psaltery notes, distant wind texture] [Chorus – rough male baritone-tenor, warm but guarded, broad melodic line, restrained percussion] Every name has a color, every color turns to sound. Every cry becomes a song when there’s no one else around. Every name carries a mark, every mark remembers where. Every step that takes me from this place will carry you somewhere. Even if it’s only in memory. [Instrumental break – tagelharpa carries the melody, slow frame drum pulse, breathy medieval flute answering in short phrases] [Verse 1 – close and reflective, voice almost conversational, psaltery and low bowed drone underneath] They’ll come for me sooner or later, because they still don’t know if anything I’ve told them is something they can trust. They’ll take me somewhere else to find out what is true. Let them ask their questions. Let them think they know what I will do. I’ll lie straight to their faces if that’s what keeps me free. But if somebody really listens, then maybe they’ll hear me. And I’ll tell them about you. About the stone, the dark, the days. About every damned thing that happened here I refuse to let them take. [Short instrumental passage – dry tagelharpa bowing, low hurdy-gurdy drone, wooden percussion like distant footsteps] [Chorus – slightly wider, flute and psaltery weaving around the vocal, no increase in volume] Every name has a color, every color turns to sound. Every cry becomes a song when there’s no one else around. Every name carries a mark, every mark remembers where. Every step that takes me from this place will carry you somewhere. Even if it’s only in memory. [Instrumental transition – percussion fades, tagelharpa and flute alone, open and spacious] [Verse 2 – softer at first, restrained emotion, almost no percussion] I want to see you before I leave. They can drag me past your door. Just once I want to know your face, not only know your voice through stone. Just once. Then I can take that face outside and let it meet the open air. Give it sky instead of torchlight. Give it somewhere else to stare. [Instrumental swell – tagelharpa melody rises, hurdy-gurdy drone deepens, breathy flute suggests open mountain air] You’ll be out there someday too. I know it, even if they don’t. You’ll ride the wind above the mountains, over snow where no walls hold. And no one gets to take that thought. No one steals what I recall. [Brief dark shift – one harder frame-drum pulse, bowing turns rougher] I’ll tear their damned throat open first before I give them that at all. [Immediate drop – percussion stops, only bowed drone remains] [Chorus – melancholic, fuller texture but still restrained] Every name has a color, every color turns to sound. Every cry becomes a song when there’s no one else around. Every name carries a mark, every mark remembers where. Every step that takes me from this place will carry you somewhere. Even if it’s only in memory. [Instrumental interlude – slow tagelharpa solo, sparse psaltery, distant flute, long pauses between phrases] [Bridge – almost bare, voice close and quiet, faint drone only] Remember me, little one. Don’t let me fade away. I’ll be somewhere. Maybe far from here. Maybe closer than we think. And maybe one day our roads will cross again. Who ever learned to read what fate intends? [Quiet break – low wind texture, one plucked psaltery note, tagelharpa barely audible] I’ll remember your voice. You remember mine. That will do until the road decides. [Final instrumental build – frame drum returns softly, tagelharpa and flute slowly intertwine, no triumphant lift] [Final Chorus – fullest arrangement, warm layered bowed textures, rough lead vocal remains intimate] Every name has a color, every color turns to sound. Every cry becomes a song when there’s no one else around. Every name carries a mark, every mark remembers where. Every step that takes me from this place will carry you somewhere. Even if it’s only in memory. [Outro – percussion fades completely, tagelharpa drone, faint flute, distant wind] in memory. [Final unresolved tagelharpa note, wind remains for a moment, then silence]
