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Demonika – Veins of the Black Sun

🎵 Demonika – Originální hudba / AI vokály Text i styl hudby jsem vytvořil já. Hudba a vokály vznikly člověkem s pomocí AI jako kreativního nástroje. Skladba byla mnou upravena a dokončena. © 2026 Demonika – Všechna práva vyhrazena. 🎵 Demonika – Original Music / AI Vocals The lyrics and musical style were created by me. The music and vocals were made by a human using AI as a creative tool. The track was edited and completed by me. © 2026 Demonika – All rights reserved. --- Lyrics / Text skladby: Title: Veins of the Black Sun Shadows crawl beneath my skin, a silent fire waking in the deep. The night is breathing through my bones, calling me where mortal voices sleep. I walk the line where fear dissolves, where broken stars begin to bleed. The darkness whispers in my ear— come closer… follow what you need… And every step ignites the ground, the pulse of something yet unknown. A quiet growl behind my breath, a crown of ash that feels like home. I rise through the veins of the black sun, carrying the weight of the worlds undone. A storm in my chest, a fire in my eyes, born from the silence where daylight dies. I rise through the veins of the black sun, half in the shadows, half overcome. A voice of the night, a whisper of flame— calling the world to remember my name. The air is trembling under steel, the ground is shaking with my stride. A low roar slips between my teeth, a darker truth I cannot hide. The sky bends down to hear my call, the moon turns red above my throne. I am the echo in the fall— the one who walks the dark alone. Beneath the surface… something wakes… a low voice rising as the daylight breaks… grrhh… come deeper… The night unfolds, the shadows take— and nothing left of me will shake. I rise through the veins of the black sun, carrying the weight of the worlds undone. A storm in my chest, a fire in my eyes, born from the silence where daylight dies. I rise through the veins of the black sun, half in the shadows, half overcome. A voice of the night, a whisper of flame— and all that I am will remain.