🎶 Es gibt da eine deutsche Community für Suno-Artisten... 🎶 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 🎶 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Playlist: https://suno.com/playlist/58bf137d-a194-45cc-b37b-2e34b1f9d12e -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *** He doesn't like vampires... *** Verse 1 Vampires move through streets of stone, calling themselves kings of bone. They feed on fear, on borrowed nights, mistaking hunger for their rights. They claim the crown, they claim the throne, yet every step they walk alone. They wear the dark to hide their doubt, afraid of what the light finds out. Pre-Chorus They chase for power, thin and frail, immortality told as a tale. One honest cut, one moment’s truth, reminds the old how short their youth. Chorus The night gives beauty, cold and kind, the sun reveals what’s left behind. They know their weakness, name it pride, and bury it where shadows hide. They call themselves eternal names, but time forgets its fading claims. What’s left is smoke, what’s left is pain, until the city breathes again. Verse 2 Do they still dream of morning skies, or only of eternal nights? Hope tastes bitter, thick with blood, when life is treated as a flood. Their kingdoms stand on stolen breath, they bargain daily with their death. They want what never could be theirs, control of souls, escape from years. Bridge Who climbs too high forgets the ground, and hears the fall before the sound. Blood remembers every debt, no hunger leaves this world untouched. If ears are closed, the lesson stays, not in words, but in the blaze. Final The night was shelter, not a crown, the dawn is where the masks fall down. They wanted more than life allows, now silence keeps their broken vows. No names endure, no endless reign, just cooling ash and washed-out stains. And in that quiet, soft and plain, the city breathes again.
