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Welcome to Chapter I of the Raven's Mourning journey. Listen to "The Distance That Resides," a deeply melancholic track that plunges into classic Doom/Gothic Metal Subscribe and turn on notifications for more Goth Metal and AI Art! The Distance That Resides is an anthem about eternal separation and the chasm that exists between souls. The track combines the ethereal beauty of soprano vocals with powerful growls, delivering the signature "Beauty and the Beast" dichotomy central to the genre. The central figure—our Asian Goth muse—wanders through a dark, misty forest, representing the relentless search for what is eternally distant. The Distance that Resides Verse 1 The fog settles heavy on fields we once knew, A silence profound, where the night sky breaks through. And in this pale moonlight, a silvered, cold hue, I count every beat of the memory of you. Verse 2 My path is a weaving of ruin and dream, Across an abyss, a forgotten stream. We are shadows now dancing in rooms of the past, A distance there is, that no breath can surpass. Pre-Chorus I call on the Ravens to carry my plight, Through corridors gilded with long-faded light. But the echo returns with the frost of the year, To tell me the truth: you are not truly near. Chorus The twilight's cold chasm, where our two spirits stray, From the garden of solace, we walk far away It stretches forever, beyond human sight, A wound that forever bleeds into the night Bridge I tread the broken mirror of what could not be, Lost to the currents of a desolate sea. A covenant sworn by the skeletal trees, We are frozen in sorrow upon the still breeze. Verse 3 The pages are turning to dust in the tomb, We surrendered the spring to the winter's dark gloom. And though our hearts beat, they align by no key, We are bound to the myth of what we used to be. Chorus The twilight's cold chasm, where our two spirits stray, From the garden of solace, we walk far away It stretches forever, beyond human sight, A wound that forever bleeds into the night Outro Oh, the distance... it resides...