Harvester of Ages

Harvester of Ages epic symphonic metal, powerful orchestration, massive drums, distorted guitars, soaring female and male vocals, cinematic choir, dark and cosmic atmosphere, dramatic tempo, virtuosic melodic guitar solo, with a haunting cello or choir outro Lyrics (Verse 1) I am the silence in the final breath, The shadow falling, promising the death. I walk the starlit path where empires fall, And answer when the fading spirits call. From the first dawn to the last dying sun, My solemn, sacred duty is never done. I am the whisper on the winter wind, The final chapter where all tales must end. (Chorus) I am the Harvester of Ages, the eternal, cold embrace, The keeper of the final pages, leaving not a single trace. No king can buy my mercy, no fortress holds me back, I ride upon the cosmic fury, on a dark and timeless track. I am the balance, I'm the toll, The final shepherd of the soul. (Verse 2) I’ve seen the mountains crumble into dust, Watched iron titans turn to silent rust. I’ve heard the prayers of heroes, bold and grand, And felt the trembling of a dying hand. They build their monuments of bronze and stone, Believing they can face the dark alone. But stone will weather, bronze will turn to green, And I remain the last thing to be seen. (Chorus) I am the Harvester of Ages, the eternal, cold embrace, The keeper of the final pages, leaving not a single trace. No king can buy my mercy, no fortress holds me back, I ride upon the cosmic fury, on a dark and timeless track. I am the balance, I'm the toll, The final shepherd of the soul. (Bridge) Do not mistake my purpose for a curse, I am the cure for a decaying universe. I grant the peace the living cannot know, A silent garden where the lost can go. For every birth, a closing must be made, A sacred, silent, final serenade. (Guitar Solo) (An epic, melodic, and powerful guitar solo that conveys both sorrow and immense power. It should feel like a storm of cosmic energy.) (Chorus - Climax) I AM THE HARVESTER OF AGES, THE ETERNAL, COLD EMBRACE! THE KEEPER OF THE FINAL PAGES, LEAVING NOT A SINGLE TRACE! NO KING CAN BUY MY MERCY, NO FORTRESS HOLDS ME BACK! I RIDE UPON THE COSMIC FURY, ON A DARK AND TIMELESS TRACK! I AM THE BALANCE, I'M THE TOLL, THE FINAL SHEPHERD OF THE SOUL! (Outro) The stars will flicker... and the void will weep... And all that lives... I will consign to sleep... ...to sleep... (Музыка затихает, оставляя лишь звук одинокого виолончели или хора, который медленно исчезает в тишине.)