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Gothic doom metal ballad inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s “Annabel Lee”, Extremely dark, slow tempo (60–70 BPM), heavy and mournful atmosphere, Deep male vocal — funeral baritone/bass, resonant, spoken-sung, intimate and obsessive. Minimal but crushing instrumentation: low-tuned guitars with sustained doom chords, slow ceremonial drums, deep bass, distant pipe organ, subtle dark strings, faint choir pads used as texture only. Generated whit Suno. Lyrics adapted from "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago In a kingdom by the sea, Where a maiden lived, forever known As my Annabel Lee. She lived for nothing, dreamt of none, But loving—and loved by me. We were children, lost in time, In that kingdom by the sea, Yet we loved with a love beyond all love, My Annabel Lee and me. A love so fierce the seraphs high Looked down in jealousy. And that was why the cold wind cried, From a cloud, from the night, from the deep… (Female whisper/echo) They envied love they could not keep… Annabel Lee, my eternal flame, Beyond the angels’ jealous plea, Neither Heaven nor Hell shall tear My soul from thee—Annabel Lee. Though the sea may roar, though the stars may fade, You still breathe eternity in me. They came for her with noble names, And stole her life from me, They sealed her heart in stone and dust By the cold, unpitying sea. But death itself was not enough To silence what we’d be. The angels smiled—but they lied that night, For love outshone their throne. I am not gone, I am the tide, I am the dream you’ve known. Annabel Lee, my moon, my bride, The stars still burn for thee, And every night I lie beside Your tomb by the sounding sea. No angel’s hand, no demon’s cry Shall part your soul from me. In her sepulchre there by the sea… In her tomb… by the sounding sea…