9_Lost Love del disco Black Rose del grupo Ravienge

8_True Beauty del disco Black Rose del grupo Ravienge

Shadows Whisper del disco Black Rose de Ravienge

6_HoldingOn del disco Black Rose de Ravienge

5_Thorns Around Our Hearts del disco Black Rose de Ravienge

4_Brick by Brick del disco Black Rose de Ravienge

3_Home Again del disco Black Rose de Ravienge

2_Come back to me del Disco Black Rose de Ravienge

1_Black Lace Signal del Disco Black Rose de Ravienge

Composición musical de estilo deathmetal, pero con reinterpretacion lírica antítesis de las composiocnes habituales de este estilo donde se enaltece lo oscuro y lo maligno. Lírica: Shield of iron, sword of light Angels rising for the fight Ancient laws are now awake Earth and hell begin to shake See the serpent, feel the blade All your glory starts to fade Holy fire, sacred breath Sentencing the soul to death Hear the silver trumpets sound Evil falls onto the ground We are fire, we are sword In the name of Highest Lord FLAME OF TRUTH, DIVINE DECREE BEND THE HEAD AND BOW THE KNEE END OF DARK AND END OF LIE FALL TO DUST AND FALL TO DIE Leave the world you tried to stain Go back to your house of pain Guardian blades are drawn and cold As the sacred scrolls foretold You shall feast on sulfur breath In the realm of second death Justice comes with heavy hand Cleansing all the hollow land Hear the silver trumpets sound Evil falls onto the ground We are fire, we are sword In the name of Highest Lord DOMINUS TE IMPERAT... VADE RETRO! FLAME OF TRUTH, DIVINE DECREE BEND THE HEAD AND BOW THE KNEE END OF DARK AND END OF LIE FALL TO DUST AND FALL TO DIE It is finished.

Una canción creada en Suno ai que habla de un vampiro milenario que está harto de morder y quedarse con los recuerdos de las personas y decide dejar de comer para morir

Composicion musical estilo Ultra-dark melody death metal. Lirica: Deep in ice... through thousand years Feeding on... the human fears City of stone... in blackest tide Where the ancient... horrors hide Miskatonic... scrolls are torn The elder god... is now reborn Shadows crawling through the fog Screaming from the Necronomicon Ocean heaves, the gate is thin Let the nightmare now begin! From the dark, from the deep... RISE! Ancient lord, secrets keep... DIE! Endless void where the terror LIES From the dark, from the deep... RISE! Arkham bells... toll for the blind Chaos whispers... in the mind Yog-Sothoth... the key and gate Sealing every... mortal fate Dunwich burns... in sulfur breath Harvest of... the goat of death Ocean heaves, the gate is thin Let the nightmare now begin! From the dark, from the deep... RISE! Ancient lord, secrets keep... DIE! Endless void where the terror LIES From the dark, from the deep... RISE! Dagon rises... TOTAL DEATH! Azathoth drums... THE VOID IS HERE! From the dark, from the deep... RISE! Ancient lord, secrets keep... DIE! Endless void where the terror LIES From the dark, from the deep... RISE! He has risen... Rise...

Composición musical de estilo Metal alternativo. Lírica: They’re weaving webs inside the fiber of the light A digital horizon locking down the night The data streams are pulsing underneath the skin They know the secret places where our thoughts begin It’s not a shadow or a phantom on the wall It’s a deliberate design to make us small The walls are thin, the eyes are deep They’re watching every soul asleep The ghost is real, the trap is set In every screen and every net We’re living in the silent grid! Searching for the things they hid! The masters of the grand design Are crossing every sacred line! It’s a justified alarm In the circle of their harm! They frame the narrative and sell the painted lie While thermal lenses track the movement of the eye A manufactured crisis in a velvet glove They’re stripping every freedom that we used to love It’s not a theory when the evidence is clear They’ve built a kingdom on the architecture of fear The walls are thin, the eyes are deep They’re watching every soul asleep The ghost is real, the trap is set In every screen and every net We’re living in the silent grid! Searching for the things they hid! The masters of the grand design Are crossing every sacred line! It’s a justified alarm In the circle of their harm! The sky is cold, the pulse is slow There’s nowhere left for us to go But underneath the iron weight We’re waking up before it’s late! We’re living in the silent grid! Searching for the things they hid! The masters of the grand design Are crossing every sacred line! It’s a justified alarm In the circle of their harm! They’re watching... The grid is on... One inch of light...

La presente obra corresponde a una letra original creada íntegramente por mí, David Moreno Martínez, siendo el autor único del texto y del contenido literario de la canción. La letra es fruto de mi creatividad personal y no infringe derechos de terceros. En caso de existir una grabación o acompañamiento musical asociado a esta obra, este puede haber sido generado con herramientas tecnológicas o de inteligencia artificial; no obstante, la autoría de la letra pertenece exclusivamente a mí.

La presente obra corresponde a una letra original creada íntegramente por mí, David Moreno Martínez, siendo el autor único del texto y del contenido literario de la canción. La letra es fruto de mi creatividad personal y no infringe derechos de terceros. En caso de existir una grabación o acompañamiento musical asociado a esta obra, este puede haber sido generado con herramientas tecnológicas o de inteligencia artificial; no obstante, la autoría de la letra pertenece exclusivamente a mí.

Composición musical, estilo glam-rock. Lirica: I’m tracing outlines of a ghost upon the sheets Collecting echoes of the names I won’t repeat I found a locket in the dust of our collapse A broken compass and some faded, bleeding maps I keep the fever and the salt of every tear A lonely king of every day and every year Hungry for a heartbeat, I am drifting through the rain A beggar for your mercy, just to numb this hollow pain Give me one more shadow, give me one more trace I’m haunting every corner, I’m searching every place A scavenger of feelings, a ghost upon the track Taking what you’ve wasted and I’m never looking back I’ve got a cellar filled with kisses turned to stone The heavy silence of a ringing telephone I’m hoarding whispers of the nights we used to steal The only evidence of everything we’d feel It’s crowded in the dark with ghosts I used to know But they’re the only ones who never let me go Staring at the ceiling of a sky that’s turning black A Diogenes of old flames, with a heavy, broken pack Give me one more shadow, give me one more trace I’m haunting every corner, I’m searching every place A scavenger of feelings, a ghost upon the track Taking what you’ve wasted and I’m never looking back The more I gather, the more I start to see This house of ruins is a part of me I’m building walls from everything I lost And I don’t mind the winter or the frost Walking through the shelter of the fire I once led A homeless man of passion, with a smile for all that’s dead Give me one more shadow, give me one more trace I’m haunting every corner, I’m searching every place I lived it all so deeply, I felt it all so true I’m a beggar of the ghosts... but I’m richer than you! I lived it all... The beautiful wreckage... My golden ruins...

Composición musical, fusión de estilos, Avant-garde metal/rock alternativo. Lirica: The needle is dancing in a circle of salt Waiting for the rhythm to find a new fault The shadow of the rider is etched in the sand But the reins are slipping right out of my hand A slow-motion panic, a beautiful lie Tracing the vapor across the black sky I’m holding the silence like a loaded gun Waiting for the moment to finally run The rush is a predator, the pulse is a blade Cutting through the layers of the choices I made The fever is rising, the structure is gone I’m screaming at the ceiling for a different dawn Push the internal, break the external The speed of the ghost is eternal I’ve studied the blueprints of every mistake Building a surface that’s ready to break You call it a cure, I call it a cage The ink is still wet on a corrupted page The calm is a curtain, the peace is a mask I’m finishing the bottle, I’m finishing the task The gears are accelerating, the friction is real I’m finally feeling what I’m supposed to feel The rush is a predator, the pulse is a blade Cutting through the layers of the choices I made The fever is rising, the structure is gone I’m screaming at the ceiling for a different dawn Push the internal, break the external The speed of the ghost is eternal Break the rhythm Burn the wire Higher Higher The rush is a predator, the pulse is a blade Cutting through the layers of the choices I made The fever is rising, the structure is gone I’m screaming at the ceiling for a different dawn Push the internal, break the external The speed of the ghost is eternal Inject the chaos Surrender the lead The riot is the only thing That I’ll ever need

Composición musical, estilo groove metal. Lirica: Same street corner feels like I’ve been here before Faces in the crowd I swear I’ve met in some lost war Words they never said still echo in my head Moments I can’t place keep pulling at the thread Every shadow whispers secrets I can’t name Every second bends and nothing feels the same Schrödinger’s ghost, trapped between the lines Red pill or the blue, which reality is mine? Flashpoint in my veins, life just hit reset These strangers feel like echoes from a life I can’t forget Am I alive or dead, caught inside the dream? Nothing’s what it seems Yesterday’s tomorrow bleeds into today People that I know act like they’ve walked this road my way Did we burn this bridge in another skin and time? Or is my mind just folding, crossing every line? Every mirror cracks but never shows the truth Every heartbeat skips like I’ve been here since my youth Schrödinger’s ghost, trapped between the lines Red pill or the blue, which reality is mine? Flashpoint in my veins, life just hit reset These strangers feel like echoes from a life I can’t forget Am I alive or dead, caught inside the dream? Nothing’s what it seems Schrödinger’s ghost, trapped between the lines Red pill or the blue, which reality is mine? Flashpoint in my veins, life just hit reset These strangers feel like echoes from a life I can’t forget Am I alive or dead, caught inside the dream? Nothing’s what it seems Nothing’s what it seems... Nothing’s what it seems...

Composición musical estilo Hard Rock. Lirica: You’re tracing circles in the dusty ground A jagged silence is the only sound You sell a vision made of glass and bone But keep the secrets that you’ve never shown I feel the shiver of the freezing wind The darker chapter is about to begin Oh, the trigger is a heavy weight Nowhere left to negotiate! You’re the engine of a broken machine The ghost of every place you’ve ever been Deep in the shadows, deep in the gray Trading the truth for the games you play You’re the master of a sinking ship With a silver lie upon your lip! The metal’s vibrating with a lethal force You change the rhythm but you keep the course A leather mask upon a face of stone Another king upon a plastic throne You think the desert is a private room But there’s a witness in the rising gloom Oh, the trigger is a heavy weight Nowhere left to negotiate! You’re the engine of a broken machine The ghost of every place you’ve ever been Deep in the shadows, deep in the gray Trading the truth for the games you play You’re the master of a sinking ship With a silver lie upon your lip! You’re the engine of a broken machine The ghost of every place you’ve ever been Deep in the shadows, deep in the gray Trading the truth for the games you play You’re the master of a sinking ship With a silver lie upon your lip! Master! You’re nothing but the master!

Composición musical, Space-rock, Alternative-Progressive metal style. Lírica: A jagged needle scratching on the wall A frequency that refuses to fall It’s carving circles in the center of my sight A neon parasite feeding on the light I tried to drown the signal in the deep But it’s the only promise that I keep A rhythmic fever in the hollow of the skull Making every other ghost look dull Tick-tock, the pressure in the vein The sound is a hammer, the echo is a chain It’s humming in the wire, it’s pulsing in the bone A kingdom built on a single monotone I’m losing the horizon to the beat A frantic revolution on repeat The sequence is a spider in the brain Webbing every thought to a cold refrain I’ve memorized the pattern of the glitch A nervous system twitching at the switch There is no silence left inside the room Just the vibration of a velvet doom It’s not a song, it’s a physical scar A constant signal from a dying star Tick-tock, the pressure in the vein The sound is a hammer, the echo is a chain It’s humming in the wire, it’s pulsing in the bone A kingdom built on a single monotone I’m losing the horizon to the beat A frantic revolution on repeat The signal is clear The exit is gone One thousand hours Before the dawn Tick-tock, the pressure in the vein The sound is a hammer, the echo is a chain It’s humming in the wire, it’s pulsing in the bone A kingdom built on a single monotone I’m losing the horizon to the beat A frantic revolution on repeat Stuck in the spin Let the circuit win Everything begins Where the loop kicks in