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Epic Symphonic Metal, dark medieval atmosphere, Voices: Deep male (dramatic, cinematic), Male lead vocal, gritty and powerful. Heavy distorted rhythm guitars, mid-tempo marching riffs, Lead guitar with melodic, slightly neoclassical lines, Bass guitar with dark resonance, Drums: deep toms for build-up, double-kick bursts in climaxes, Full symphonic orchestra: strong strings, brass stabs, cathedral organ, Medieval accents: hurdy-gurdy, frame drum, low flutes, Epic choir layers + subtle church bells. Generated whit Suno. Lyrics inspired by @daquinus He stands before the silent flame, Its silver glow now speaks his name — A thousand paths in star-born dust, A thousand dreams that turn to rust. What is a god without a soul? What is the world he seeks to hold? His trembling hands reflect the sky, A question burning in his eyes. For power calls with ancient voice, But love is still the deeper choice — And every soul he’s ever healed Echoes softly in the field. Is the infinite worth gaining If his heart is left behind? Can he carry all creation With no warmth inside his mind? The mirror shows a lonely throne, A crown of stars, but carved in stone — He must decide who he will be: A god… or one who sets souls free. He feels the weight of every year, The cost of knowledge, sharp and clear — All those he saved, and those he lost, Each etched in him, a sacred cost. Power whispers: “Break the chain — Be more than mortal grief and pain.” But humanity, in fragile tones, Sings softly from remembered homes. The flame grows higher, time grows thin, He sees the world he might ascend — But in the shadows of that flight He feels the fading of his light. Is the infinite worth gaining If compassion turns to dust? Can the universe be guided By a heart that’s lost its trust? The path of stars is cold and wide, A kingdom with no one inside — He must decide, he must remain A heart, not just a name. "Power without love is hollow… Love without power is fragile… But balance is the soul made whole." So he turns from empty glory And embraces mortal fire — For only hearts that bleed and hope Can lift the world from its despair. He walks the path where humans stand, With trembling voice and open hand — The Alchemist, in truth restored: He chooses love above the sword.