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Gaia´s Song

Gaia's song MADE WITH SUNO AI The song opens with ominous orchestral strings and brass, gradually joined by dramatic percussion, Verses feature clear, soaring studio vocals with subtle piano and harp, The chorus delivers a full symphonic onslaught—thundering drums, powerful choir, and sweeping strings—escalating intensity LYRICS Oh… Oh… Nothing is over. In the beginning, there was nothing but silence. Behind the veil of the void, from the dark womb of eternity, the sky was born. From the first breath of shadow, Gaia rose — unnamed, unruled. She was earth and blood, before crowns, before gods. Her body became mountains and seas, her breath, the wind among the flowers. Each bloom, a sigh of life. Each gaze, a promise of becoming. She shaped the stars, she measured time, she opened the door to love — and sealed the path of death. Yet no voice rose to honor her. Sing, O Earth, the song forgotten, Mother of gods, buried in time. From your flesh, all life awakened, From your silence, the world aligned. Sing, O Earth, though none remember, The name erased, the wound divine. She loved the sky with endless fire, but fear grew where passion burned. Her power frightened her own creation, and the heavens turned away. The children born of earth and sky were cast into the abyss, never tasting light, never knowing her name. Chronos rose, blade trembling in his hand, moved by a mother’s grief. He struck his father, and time itself was crowned. But power repeats its sins. The son became the throne, and the wheel turned once more. [hook – brief, haunting] Who remembers the mother of all? Who hears the earth when gods fall silent? Then came Zeus, the grandson of thunder, clothed in lightning and glory. He ruled the sky with iron will, yet forgot the soil beneath his feet. Born from her dust, he denied her name, bound the mother who bore his world. Sing, O Earth, eternal giver, Root of gods and mortal kings. All have drunk from your ancient rivers, All have lived by the life you bring. Yet your song was left unspoken, Your altar broken, your voice denied. She wept in volcanoes and oceans, cried in the trembling of the land. In every cracking hearth, in every shaking home, her sorrow endured. Still she gave fruit and shelter, green after green, even as the world turned away. Steel became the new god. Profit, the new prayer. They cut her veins, burned her forests, and called it progress. The mother fell silent beneath the noise of machines. She sleeps beneath stone and pain, unheard, unseen. But beneath the scars, she still breathes. For a mother does not die. She waits. Tremble now, O hearts of ash, For the earth remembers every wound. Every river forced to bleed Writes a verse of judgment soon. But if one child — just one — remembers, If one voice dares to kneel, If one hand touches the root and asks forgiveness… She will rise without wrath or flame, No vengeance carved in stone. For the mother is pain and mercy, The wound… and the home. From the bones of worlds, Gaia rises, Her lost name blooms once more. Sing the song that never ended, The song beneath every shore. For from the mother who gave all things, Nothing ever truly ended. Oh… Oh…