Ravens Over The Silent Field
Ravens Over The Silent Field cinematic blackened metal with epic orchestral layers, tremolo-picked guitars, double-kick blast accents, massive toms, choirs and low brass swells, dark atmospheric pads, dramatic rises and breakdowns, intense but spacious mix, minor key, widescreen scope Negative prompt avoid djent chugs and modern pop metal gloss; keep it organic, raw ambience, cavernous reverb on choir and taikos https://www.producer.ai/BlackHardwar https://songly.gift/ru/app/videos/create https://sinonim.org/song#res Lyrics (Verse 1) The field of battle holds its breath, a silence deep and cold, Where shouting voices met their death, a story to be told. No clash of steel, no warrior's cry, just whispers of the breeze, That carries sorrow through the sky and rustles in the trees. (Chorus) The ravens circle overhead, a shadow on the ground, They dance a waltz above the dead, without a single sound. The wolves begin their mournful tune, a hunger in their eyes, They smell the blood beneath the moon, a grim and bloody prize. (Verse 2) The silver light, a ghostly gleam, on faces pale and stark, Reveals a haunting, waking dream, of shadows in the dark. The lost souls wander, thin as smoke, they search for what is gone, A promise that a battle broke, before the coming dawn. (Chorus) The ravens circle overhead, a shadow on the ground, They dance a waltz above the dead, without a single sound. The wolves begin their mournful tune, a hunger in their eyes, They smell the blood beneath the moon, a grim and bloody prize. (Bridge) The proudest cities, turned to dust, their towers overthrown, The villages are black with rust, where seeds of fire were sown. This crimson harvest, reaped with swords, a yield of pain and fear, The final price for warring lords, is paid in full this year. (Outro) The price is paid in full... The moon reflects the fallen souls... And silence... claims it all.
Ravens Over The Silent Field cinematic blackened metal with epic orchestral layers, tremolo-picked guitars, double-kick blast accents, massive toms, choirs and low brass swells, dark atmospheric pads, dramatic rises and breakdowns, intense but spacious mix, minor key, widescreen scope Negative prompt avoid djent chugs and modern pop metal gloss; keep it organic, raw ambience, cavernous reverb on choir and taikos https://www.producer.ai/BlackHardwar https://songly.gift/ru/app/videos/create https://sinonim.org/song#res Lyrics (Verse 1) The field of battle holds its breath, a silence deep and cold, Where shouting voices met their death, a story to be told. No clash of steel, no warrior's cry, just whispers of the breeze, That carries sorrow through the sky and rustles in the trees. (Chorus) The ravens circle overhead, a shadow on the ground, They dance a waltz above the dead, without a single sound. The wolves begin their mournful tune, a hunger in their eyes, They smell the blood beneath the moon, a grim and bloody prize. (Verse 2) The silver light, a ghostly gleam, on faces pale and stark, Reveals a haunting, waking dream, of shadows in the dark. The lost souls wander, thin as smoke, they search for what is gone, A promise that a battle broke, before the coming dawn. (Chorus) The ravens circle overhead, a shadow on the ground, They dance a waltz above the dead, without a single sound. The wolves begin their mournful tune, a hunger in their eyes, They smell the blood beneath the moon, a grim and bloody prize. (Bridge) The proudest cities, turned to dust, their towers overthrown, The villages are black with rust, where seeds of fire were sown. This crimson harvest, reaped with swords, a yield of pain and fear, The final price for warring lords, is paid in full this year. (Outro) The price is paid in full... The moon reflects the fallen souls... And silence... claims it all.