Gorathul Dredge - Bright Mix скачать в хорошем качестве

Gorathul Dredge - Bright Mix

This song comes from the deep-sea side of the fantasy world I've been creating — all drowned ruins, glowing rituals, and old powers hidden under miles of water. I've been shaping the lore for a while now, and this track is one more way to bring that world to life ^^ Lyrics, concept, arrangement, and final assembly by me. Suno v5 was used for the vocals and base production. The track's direction, structure, and mix were all put together in Reaper on my end. All Tracks:    • Dark Yunicorn   ¤•¤•¤•¤•¤•¤•¤•¤•¤•¤•¤•¤•¤ Beneath the crushing fathoms Where the water grieves like a lover of the dead The Dredge awakens in silhouette Jagged spires of drowned bone and rusted centuries Silt dances like funeral ash Shrouding the ribs of ships fused with older hungers... Through the moon-sap glow, devoured by the void The merfolk halt where warm and cold currents war Their markings flare — a warning carved in light As they press a vial of dying algae to my palm A farewell gift for those who are already lost Inside, the drowned city breathes A tide's slow exhalation through broken arches Shells clatter in unholy rhythm A pulse just shy of melody Leading me through corridors watched by stone ancestors Whose eyes follow, whose prayers are forgotten In the temple square of shifting dark The glowing ones rise in spiral chants Bubbles of devotion ascending untouched by current Their sigils burn like wounds Their cup brims with the deep's black blood I refuse Their crown of vertebrae nods the verdict: Leave Or join the waiting city I surfaced with obsidian that hums for seawater And dread that the Dredge is not abandoned Only waiting The merfolk's trembling patterns flicker Hands pressed to hearts in the sign Of things that watch from deeper darks Now the shard weeps on moonless nights Brine mixed with something older than storms The glowing ones still worship in silence And what they worship Answers But none agree What it replied Spiral upward, drowned devotion Alien breath in the tidal bone Second City wakes in motion Call of the deep The deep — the throne Drag me downward, void unspoken Shells that sing in a tongue of stone Through the arches, faith is broken Names of the drowned The drowned — intoned Rising pressure, pulse unholy Breath of the dark in the marrow sown Second City stirs below me Crown of the deep The deep — the throne