🎵 [The Fractured March] by Dr.Sorrow | Official Music V5🎵 скачать в хорошем качестве

🎵 [The Fractured March] by Dr.Sorrow | Official Music V5🎵

Welcome to the Official Music Video by Dr. Sorrow, your #1 Music Producer! Immerse yourself in the unique Sounds and captivating Visuals that define the essence of my Music. Hit play and let the Journey begin. 💌 Join the SorrowLand: Subscribe to my Channel and become an Official Member of SoLa! So that you will never miss when I Upload a new Masterpiece.    / @dr.sorrow   📺 Watch More: Check out my latest videos and don't forget to Subscribe for more Music that moves your Soul. Subscribe Here: https://bit.ly/3LH4Csd [Verse 1] Footsteps echo in uneven patterns, a staggered drum of old regrets. Cobblestones glint like fading mirrors each one holding a face I never met. The wind tries on a thousand voices, but none of them remember mine. I walk a road that folds in spirals, a looping thread through borrowed time. [Pre-Chorus] And every breath feels rationed, as if the air is tied with twine fragile, measured, almost rehearsed. [Chorus] This is the fractured march a quiet stride through breaking ground. The world moves on in scattered shards, but I still hear that hollow sound. A rhythm born from things undone, a pulse that never quite aligns this is the path I walk alone, between the faultlines. [Verse 2] Streetlamps blink like tired soldiers, guarding ruins they can’t defend. My shadow lags a step behind me, unsure which way the fractures bend. A nameless song drifts through the alleys, carried soft on distant rain a melody stitched from trembling echoes that used to answer to my name. [Pre-Chorus] And even silence hesitates, waiting for its cue to fall uncertain, fragile, already bruised. [Chorus] This is the fractured marc a quiet stride through breaking ground. The world moves on in scattered shards, but I still hear that hollow sound. A rhythm born from things undone, a pulse that never quite aligns this is the path I walk alone, between the faultlines. [Bridge] I trace the cracks beneath my feet they know the places I’ve concealed. Every fracture holds a truth I never let myself reveal. And if the ground splits open let it swallow every version I failed to be! [Final Chorus] This is the fractured march my quiet stride through shaking ground. I’ll gather every scattered shard and shape a life from what I’ve found. A rhythm born from breaking past, a pulse that bends but still survives toward the other side. [Outro] A step. A breath. A soft return. Disclaimer: This video was created with the assistance of artificial intelligence. AI was used in various aspects of production, such as scriptwriting, idea generation, or editing. However, all final decisions, creative direction, and human oversight were applied to ensure quality and authenticity. For transparency, AI is a tool in the creative process, not a replacement for human creativity. 🔔 Turn on Notifications so you never miss an update!