Silent Mornings

Whispering strings, C minor, gothic folk, eerie, midnight in an old manor, echoing harpsichord, chilling, 🌑🌫️

April 22nd, 2024suno

歌词

Each morning, another voice joins the choir, Now they cry out, never tiring from my back, And every new face carries its own fire. Suddenly, I’m encircled by their cries, There’s a chorus that follows me, Oh, each morning comes as a surprise. Why they appear, I cannot grasp, They offer no clues, Something I’ve done now haunts me with each gasp. Every dawn, my life’s a harder path to tread, I seek solace where shadows sway, Oh, I yearn for silent mornings instead. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. As twilight fades, the whispers grow, Each one distinct, each one so stern, Their stories unfold, secrets they bestow, In their eyes, unspoken tales burn. Nightly, as I lay down to rest, Their voices converge, a relentless fest, No respite, no pause in their quest, Each scream a test, in my flesh, they nest. How long, I wonder, can this endure? A curse or a sign, is there a cure? In their presence, I’m never secure, Their reality, ever so obscure. [Outro] Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm. [End]