Book 2 [10] Hear your Name

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⚜️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

⚜️ Hear your Name:
Valeska sits in a deep trance in the freezing snow, leaning against a rough ice wall while frantically scrawling in her ledger. Directly above her, the demon Carrion perches on an ice ledge, looking down with a grin as she lazily trails her bare foot through Valeska's disheveled hair. Breaking her mental barriers, Carrion playfully taunts Valeska's name, counts down to ten with a creeping rhyme, and maliciously crowns her with her true guilt—the ultimate "God-Eater" carrying a fractured creation within her.

-------------Lyrics--------------

[Intro]
[A crushing wall of deep, droning cellos coupled with heavy, tribal hand drums driving a relentless, hypnotic archaic rhythm]
[Spoken-word with a theatrical, slow, mocking, whispery voice]
"Oh, little priestess... look at your ink bleed.
Scritch, scratch, write down every ghost in your little book.
How many endless pages do you intend to scribble into that much too small ledger, hm?
Writing the same desperate prayers... bringing you no closer to an end. Not by a single inch."

[Verse 1: Fast, jerky acoustic guitars mixed with erratic hand drums and sharp, venomous, theatrical female vocals]
You swallowed the dawn and you choked on the light,
And plunged all the mortal domain into night!
You scribble your sins in your miniature book,
While the pages rot backward with every new look!
A scraper of corpses, a sweeper of floors,
Who locked up perdition and bolted the doors!
How precious your panic, how fragile your pen—
Stuck crawling right back where it started again!

[Chorus: The music explodes instantly into a crushing avant-garde black-metal and dark-folk hybrid, driven by massive distortion, sweeping cellos, and manic, soaring, merciless vocals]
OH, WEEP NO MORE, YOU CLEANER OF THE DEAD!
A CROWN OF BROKEN HEAVEN ON YOUR HEAD!
NO SINFUL SOUL CAN MATCH THE WEIGHT YOU BEAR—
A MURDERED GOD WRITHING IN DESPAIR!
YOU THOUGHT YOUR SINS WERE WASHED BENEATH YOUR FEET?
NOW HEAR YOUR NAME: THE TRUE, THE GOD-EATER COMPLETE!

[Verse 2: Accelerating, aggressive acoustic rhythm driven by sharp string screeches and scathing, high-pitched vocal delivery]
A sin-eater? Please, what a laughable play!
You butchered the heavens and threw them away!
The blood on your fingers, the ghost in your chest,
Has turned every prayer to a permanent test!
You march to the north with a borrowed-out blade,
To hunt down the shadows your ignorance made!
So wear it with pride, let the universe weep,
For the fractured creation you forced in your keep!

[The heavy instrumentation crashes back in instantly with a vicious, fully sung cadence]

[Manic, mocking, soaring clean-to-harsh female vocals]
"A god-eater? Yes, how it rolls on the tongue!
A song of the dead that is viciously sung!
"Oh, Valeska, Valeska — sweet Valeska Crane,"
You slaughter the heavens and harvest the rain!
You’ll walk the same old footsteps in completely vain,
Now crawl inside your trap, little slave in your chain!"

[Bridge: The heavy metal wall drops into a suffocating, dead silence, accompanied only by a creepy, distorted child-like clapping rhythm]

[Singsong voice right against Valeska's ear, build-up]
"One, two... black ink on you.
Three, four... rotting at the door.
Five, six... every bond is sick.
Seven, eight... sealed frozen fate.
Nine, ten...   rrrestart it again!"

[Chorus: Drop, Explosive return of the full, crushing black-metal wall of sound with manic, shrieking, and soaring theatrical vocals]
OH, WEEP NO MORE, YOU CLEANER OF THE DEAD!
A CROWN OF BROKEN HEAVEN ON YOUR HEAD!
NO SINFUL SOUL CAN MATCH THE WEIGHT YOU BEAR—
A MURDERED GOD WRITHING IN DESPAIR!
YOU THOUGHT YOUR SINS WERE WASHED BENEATH YOUR FEET?
NOW HEAR YOUR NAME: THE TRUE, THE GOD-EATER COMPLETE!

[Outro: The Unrelenting Drive]
[The heavy metal instrumentation drives forward in a relentless, pounding cadence of war drums and a sharp cello drone, delivered with soaring, mocking vocals]
"God-eater, god-eater, look what you've won!
A stage built of shadows where night meets the sun!
So get up and play like you never have done—
Let's taste what you swallowed before we're done!"
[The drums crash down once more]
[Fade out]

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⚜️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 ⚜️ Hear your Name: Valeska sits in a deep trance in the freezing snow, leaning against a rough ice wall while frantically scrawling in her ledger. Directly above her, the demon Carrion perches on an ice ledge, looking down with a grin as she lazily trails her bare foot through Valeska's disheveled hair. Breaking her mental barriers, Carrion playfully taunts Valeska's name, counts down to ten with a creeping rhyme, and maliciously crowns her with her true guilt—the ultimate "God-Eater" carrying a fractured creation within her. -------------Lyrics-------------- [Intro] [A crushing wall of deep, droning cellos coupled with heavy, tribal hand drums driving a relentless, hypnotic archaic rhythm] [Spoken-word with a theatrical, slow, mocking, whispery voice] "Oh, little priestess... look at your ink bleed. Scritch, scratch, write down every ghost in your little book. How many endless pages do you intend to scribble into that much too small ledger, hm? Writing the same desperate prayers... bringing you no closer to an end. Not by a single inch." [Verse 1: Fast, jerky acoustic guitars mixed with erratic hand drums and sharp, venomous, theatrical female vocals] You swallowed the dawn and you choked on the light, And plunged all the mortal domain into night! You scribble your sins in your miniature book, While the pages rot backward with every new look! A scraper of corpses, a sweeper of floors, Who locked up perdition and bolted the doors! How precious your panic, how fragile your pen— Stuck crawling right back where it started again! [Chorus: The music explodes instantly into a crushing avant-garde black-metal and dark-folk hybrid, driven by massive distortion, sweeping cellos, and manic, soaring, merciless vocals] OH, WEEP NO MORE, YOU CLEANER OF THE DEAD! A CROWN OF BROKEN HEAVEN ON YOUR HEAD! NO SINFUL SOUL CAN MATCH THE WEIGHT YOU BEAR— A MURDERED GOD WRITHING IN DESPAIR! YOU THOUGHT YOUR SINS WERE WASHED BENEATH YOUR FEET? NOW HEAR YOUR NAME: THE TRUE, THE GOD-EATER COMPLETE! [Verse 2: Accelerating, aggressive acoustic rhythm driven by sharp string screeches and scathing, high-pitched vocal delivery] A sin-eater? Please, what a laughable play! You butchered the heavens and threw them away! The blood on your fingers, the ghost in your chest, Has turned every prayer to a permanent test! You march to the north with a borrowed-out blade, To hunt down the shadows your ignorance made! So wear it with pride, let the universe weep, For the fractured creation you forced in your keep! [The heavy instrumentation crashes back in instantly with a vicious, fully sung cadence] [Manic, mocking, soaring clean-to-harsh female vocals] "A god-eater? Yes, how it rolls on the tongue! A song of the dead that is viciously sung! "Oh, Valeska, Valeska — sweet Valeska Crane," You slaughter the heavens and harvest the rain! You’ll walk the same old footsteps in completely vain, Now crawl inside your trap, little slave in your chain!" [Bridge: The heavy metal wall drops into a suffocating, dead silence, accompanied only by a creepy, distorted child-like clapping rhythm] [Singsong voice right against Valeska's ear, build-up] "One, two... black ink on you. Three, four... rotting at the door. Five, six... every bond is sick. Seven, eight... sealed frozen fate. Nine, ten... rrrestart it again!" [Chorus: Drop, Explosive return of the full, crushing black-metal wall of sound with manic, shrieking, and soaring theatrical vocals] OH, WEEP NO MORE, YOU CLEANER OF THE DEAD! A CROWN OF BROKEN HEAVEN ON YOUR HEAD! NO SINFUL SOUL CAN MATCH THE WEIGHT YOU BEAR— A MURDERED GOD WRITHING IN DESPAIR! YOU THOUGHT YOUR SINS WERE WASHED BENEATH YOUR FEET? NOW HEAR YOUR NAME: THE TRUE, THE GOD-EATER COMPLETE! [Outro: The Unrelenting Drive] [The heavy metal instrumentation drives forward in a relentless, pounding cadence of war drums and a sharp cello drone, delivered with soaring, mocking vocals] "God-eater, god-eater, look what you've won! A stage built of shadows where night meets the sun! So get up and play like you never have done— Let's taste what you swallowed before we're done!" [The drums crash down once more] [Fade out]

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