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All Lovers Die – Dark Romantic Gothic Metal Ballad | Carmine the Vampire Queen

Generated with AI – Lyrics and concept by Morrodin All Lovers Die is a dark romantic gothic metal ballad following Carmine, the immortal vampire queen, in the one domain where even she knows defeat: love. In this tale of seduction, hunger, ritual, and loss, Carmine seeks a king to match her throne — yet every night ends the same. Desire turns to blood, passion becomes ritual, and hope collapses into the cruel truth of her existence: within her arms, all lovers die. 🎵 Music: generated with Suno v5.0 🩸 Vocals: Carmine (AI soprano) 🕯️ Lyrics & Concept: Morrodin 🌙 Visuals: DALL·E + manual editing ⚰️ Video: OpenShot Video Editor This ballad blends sensuality with tragedy, carried by emotional piano lines, rising strings, and a bridge that erupts into hunger before dropping into cold sorrow. Carmine’s voice reveals a queen who seduces with velvet grace yet mourns with immortal restraint — a predator cursed to outlive every heart she touches. Let darkness rise, let romance bleed, and step into the quiet tragedy of a queen who never cries. #gothicmetal #vampire #darkromance #aiartmusic Lyrics: I crave romance unveiled by sin, I yearn thine heat upon my skin. You draw my gaze and tempt a kiss, Summon my beast with nightly bliss, Have you cold steel, below velour? Êtes-vous mon rêve, mon doux amour? I need a king to crown my throne, Who yields to me and me alone. Yet heed cold truth within sweet lie, Thy Carmine queen does never cry. You crave for me? Set thy beast free! Brisez mon coeur, entrez ma nuit. As we submit to night time's lust, You brush my skin and heaving bust. On satin sheets and oaken bed, two lovers meet without regret. I pin thee down, with heated eyes, Reveal my fangs, shed tender guise. We breach soft skin, let beasts entwine, You bleed for me, on lust we dine. As we commit our carnal sin, My blood runs hot, drips from thy chin. On satin sheets and oaken bed, two lost souls bleed without regret. But then you moan, by lust betrayed, My hunger rules, can't be allayed. Thy tale turns grim, you can't exhale, You are no king, too meek, too frail. You should have known: I am a beast, Still cared for thee, a bit at least. But you bled out, for you are weak, You are too frail, not whom I seek. I brush thy face, kiss thee goodbye, Within my arms, all lovers die… I am the queen who never cries, The sanguine beast which never dies. I left thee dry, yet won't forget, thy satin sheets and oaken bed. I mourn thee not, that is a lie, I bleed romance... my lovers die.