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Lyrics
Every thought a ripple wide,
Circles moving through the tide.
Whispers shape the storm and sea,
The world becomes what we believe.
Every word a tuning blade,
Cutting paths that minds have made.
When I speak with love, it grows,
Echoed back in undertones.
No sound dies—it rearranges,
Truth remains, it only changes.
We are chords within one song,
Every note where we belong.
Raise your voice, reshape the air,
The frequency of those who care.
Every mind a satellite,
Broadcasting dark, or bringing light.
So guard your thoughts, let kindness ring,
It’s not a wish—it’s everything.
Resonance of soul and bone,
The world replies to its own tone.
Details
GeneratedOct 23, 2025
Duration2:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
Death metal with layered harmonizingdeep male voices and powerful buildup with instrumental cello guitar piano drums
Credits
Prompt by
SammyStoltz
SammyStoltzModelAria v4
