[Intro - Distant sound of a mournful, sustained solo violin, followed by a deep cello. Echoes of a female voice murmuring an incomprehensible word, like a sigh in the darkness.]
Verse 1
The moon hangs broken, an eye in the twilight,
While my wandering soul, is blinded by memory’s light.
Chains of whispers weave a gray and somber shroud,
From the abyss's depths, where my torment is allowed.
[Pre-Chorus - The music softly intensifies, the cello becomes more pronounced, the voice takes on a more urgent, melancholic tone.]
The echoes of your name pierce through the silence,
A forbidden echo, of a dark adolescence.
[Chorus - The voice rises with power, dramatic and resonant, with the violin and cello forming a powerful, dark melodic base. The percussion, if present, is slow and forceful like a heartbeat.]
Oh, Forbidden Heart, a beat that will not cease!
In this dark cloister, my soul finds no release.
A garden of taboos, where evil starts to bloom,
I am the withered flower of an ancestral tomb.
I hear the lamentations, from the other side,
The price of this dark pleasure, that can never hide.
Verse 2
In every drop of dew, I see your cruel reflection,
A mirror without image, a specter, an old affection.
The walls of this oblivion, they cannot contain my plight,
My spirit struggles, wanting to forget your light.
[Pre-Chorus - The atmosphere becomes more tense, the string instruments moan.]
My eyes guard the dreams that never should have been born,
A desire that is venom, a desolate morn.
[Chorus - The voice is even more powerful, with an intense vibrato, almost a cry of pain and acceptance.]
Oh, Forbidden Heart, a beat that will not cease!
In this dark cloister, my soul finds no release.
A garden of taboos, where evil starts to bloom,
I am the withered flower of an ancestral tomb.
I hear the lamentations, from the other side,
The price of this dark pleasure, that can never hide.
[Bridge - The music calms slightly, leaving only the voice, the cello, and some violin pizzicatos. The tone is more intimate, almost a painful whisper with many echoes.]
There is no solace for this grief I bear.
Only the night, and a cold altar there.
My fingers tremble, as they touch the wound,
A secret that is slowly consuming my ground.
Is there pardon for what I've done, for what I became?
Only the silence answers, shouting my name.
[Outro - The violin takes the lead, with a final melody that fades into dissonance. Echoes of the vocalist sighing and a distant sound of something breaking or closing, followed by a long silence.]
...Never...
...Will be erased...
[Total silence]
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