⚜️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 ⚜️ What remains: Following the catastrophic light-storm, Valeska awakens in the smoking rubble of the shattered chapel. Finn has been abducted into the arctic waste by a pale, faceless phantom, and Gideon lies dead in the ash. With her sacred Silent Bell destroyed in the battle, Valeska searches the ruins in vain for her own weapon. In her desperation, she drags Gideon's massive, heavy broadsword from the debris. She burns Gideon's body upon the remains of the altar, using the searing heat of the embers to heat the iron blade red-hot—using her own raw, painful magic to cauterize and seal the bleeding shoulder wound. Sliding Finn's left-behind silver ring onto her bloodied hand, she grips the far-too-heavy sword and follows the red drag-marks through the snow toward the north. Her holy oath of protection is broken—from this point on, only the relentless hunt for the gods remains. -------------Lyrics-------------- [Intro: A single, weeping acoustic guitar joined by a heavy, mournful solo cello] [Verse 1: Quiet, fragile instrumentation, deep melancholic clean vocals] I open my eyes to a world washed in ash, Where the silence bleeds deeper than the light's final crash. My mind crawls backward through the smoke and the glare, To the weight in my arms... to the child lying there. I remember your skin... turned to cinder and thread, Your blind, glassy eyes staring white, glazed and dead. I felt your small frame trembling against my cold plate, Your scorched, bleeding fingers locked tight in despair... I held you so close... felt your heartbeat grow slow, A fading, weak pulse in the melting red snow... [Verse 2: Slow dragging drums enter, music grows darker and more menacing] Then out from the vapor, the pale shadow stepped! A faceless, cold visage where the white light had wept! An icy blade pierced through my shoulder and bone— A paralyzing venom that turned blood into stone! I screamed in your name! I held on with all strength! Fingers slipping through blood as you were dragged out at length! I roared at the nightmare! At that blank, pale face! Before darkness consumed me in a final embrace... [Verse 3: Music switches to a slow, crushing Doom-riff] Now I wake to the void. You are stolen away. Just your small copper ring in the slush of decay. No child in my arms. No ghosts in the air. Just Gideon’s cold frame in the chapel ruins there. I drag him to the altar of shattered oak wood, To burn his heavy steel where the sanctuary stood. No prayers for his soul. No chime for his rest. Just black smoke ascending from his motionless chest. [Pre-Chorus: Guitars break into heavy, dissonant Post-Black Metal distortion] My holy bell is broken, my sanctuary gone! No silent relic left to carry the dawn! I lift up his broadsword from the ashes and frost— A crude, heavy chalice for all we have lost! [Chorus: Epic, powerful refrain. Raw screams combined with layered heavy choir] BY THE BLOOD IN THIS IRON, I CONSECRATE THE BLADE! NO LONGER A SHIELD, BUT A SACRED CRUSADE! BE MY BELL! BE MY VOICE! BE THE JUDGMENT I BEAR! I SWEAR ON THIS ASH TO THE HUNT OF DESPAIR! NO ICE SHALL CONCEAL YOU! NO NIGHT KEEP YOU SAFE! I WILL HUNT DOWN THE GODS FOR THE CHILD THAT YOU CHASE! [Verse 4: Guitars whip with fast tremolo picking and driving double-bass] I force my weak grace through the unyielding steel! A brutal, raw magic that burns as it heals! I press the hot iron to my shoulder’s deep wound— Acid in my veins where the blade is attuned! The scars turn to silver! The steel gleams with spite! A broken priest’s fury in the cold arctic night! [Bridge: Music breaks abruptly, leaving only a single low weeping cello drone] (Whispered, trembling vocal delivery building into a raw roar) I slide your small ring onto my wounded hand. I lift the broadsword... I look across the land. Drag-marks in the red slush... footsteps in the frost... I know the pale face of the shadow that I lost. [Outro: Full instrumental storm, frantic Post-Black Metal blastbeats] [Screamed Vocals] "YOU STOLE MY CHILD! YOU PIERCED MY STEEL! I AM COMING FOR YOU!" [Fade out]
