⚜️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 ⚜️ Closing the Ledger: [Intro: a slow, weeping cello drone accompanied by dark, melancholic acoustic guitar fingerpicking] [Spoken-word, voice trembling violently, choked with absolute terror and disbelief] "My ribs were torn apart. I died in the dark. Where is the pain? Where is the biting frost? A thick, crude seam of jagged flesh... ...stitched by a monster's hand. What has she done to me? -------------Lyrics-------------- [Verse 1: The tempo abruptly doubles, kicking into a fast, driving, aggressive acoustic guitar paired with a sharp, frantic cello] [Gritty, high-tension vocals] A daemon's stitch across the fractured skin, No frost to bind the blood where life rushed in. A crude decree, a cold and mocking trade— Why did you drag me back to this masquerade? I cannot stand, my limbs refuse the ground, To this cold stone and wretched burden bound. No bone-deep ache, no freezing, dead fatigue, No mortal bounds within this cursed league. [Chorus: The driving rhythm intensifies into a massive, breathless dark black metal wall of sound with strained, powerful vocals] AND NOW IT STIRS BENEATH THE RIBS INSIDE! THE BROKEN CRADLE WHERE THE DAWN HAS DIED! THE DIVINE SPARK I BURIED IN MY CHEST, RETURNING FROM THE DARK WHERE IT WAS PRESSED! It breathes, it crawls, it pulses in my veins— A murdered god now waking in its chains! [Verse 2: Frantic, accelerated acoustic and aggressive cello sawing building intense psychological pressure] I pull the ledger out, the ink runs fast, To cage the horrors bleeding from the past! I write the innocent blood upon the stone, The shattered cradle and the bodies thrown! The villages I cleansed, the prayers I broke, The divine children choked beneath my cloak! The pages burn, my hands are shaking blind— I write the sins I thought I left behind! [Bridge: The frantic instruments drop out instantly, leaving only a single, tense, slow acoustic note and a low cello hum] [Spoken-word, breathless, hyperventilating, nonstop] Page after page... I cannot stop. The ink won't dry, the terror will not drop. I hear her laughing in the frozen air, Mocking the ghosts I keep imprisoned there. I have to write it down, to keep the human frame, To hold the line, before I lose my name. Focused on the edge, on what will put it straight— ...on what will finally end this monstrous fate. [Chorus: Explosive return of the fast, driving acoustic black metal rhythm and massive cello harmonies, soaring with furious energy] AND NOW IT STIRS BENEATH THE RIBS INSIDE! THE BROKEN CRADLE WHERE THE DAWN HAS DIED! THE DIVINE SPARK I BURIED IN MY CHEST, RETURNING FROM THE DARK WHERE IT WAS PRESSED! It breathes, it crawls, it pulses in my veins— A murdered god now waking in its chains! [Outro: The fast instruments cut sharply into a heavy, cold, rhythmic pounding drumbeat] [voice, cold, sharp, and dripping with lethal finality] Must write... must confess... page after page. I am the ledger... I am the cage. [A sharp, aggressive snap] ....and.... I ....will end this. [Fade out]
