The text is my own. Music and performance by suno ai. #aimusic #music #suno #metal #musicvideo #rock #ai You can download this song and others in the TG channel: https://t.me/AshmaelAI or separately at the link. https://disk.yandex.ru/d/p14b8hLCHg9DuA You can support the author in the following way. YuMoney wallet: 4100118571904916 https://www.donationalerts.com/r/ashai Any support is strictly voluntary, in support of the channel. Song lyrics: There is an abandoned house in the city. And at night rustles can be heard in it. A melody plays in the moonlight. Instilling its secret dreams in people A musician once lived in the house. None of the people recognized his talent. The people were not happy with his music. They secretly whispered that he was an amateur. But if you listen closely, the sound is pure. The heart beats in its walls. Each note is like a trace in the sand. It erases dreams with each wave! Here time and light die. They take them away like an evil answer. In the embrace of music, darkness will swallow. In a house where the light never burns. From this music, the soul withers. You will experience a chilling fear in full. Life takes every chord. Until a person is erased. Slowly you will become a living doll. In a gray world, an empty shadow. The heart froze and your laughter died out. The symphony of death plays for you! The piano sounds like a pain in the head. The violin cries like the wind in the grass. The guitar whispers, responding to the call. Taking life, captivating without words. The creaking of the stairs is like a ghostly choir. The groan of the withering carries through the walls. In this symphony of shadows and passions. The sound of eerie music devours people. You hear the call - but you do not know where? The old house always beckons people. In the gloomy finale where there are no more ideas. The echo of loss will leave a shadow. Here both time and light die. They take away with them like an evil answer. In the embrace of music the darkness will swallow. In the house where the light never burns. From this music the soul withers. You will experience the chilling fear in full. Life takes every chord. Until the person is erased. Slowly you will become a living doll. In the gray world an empty shadow. The heart froze and your laughter died out. The symphony of death plays for you! And that musician is doing well. He plays the same melodies. And gathers a full hall of people. All of them are gloomier than death itself. But where is the passion? Where is the flame in the fire? Does anyone hear? Or are they not in the darkness? He plays for them, for the gray shadows. Everyone gathered in the hall like a pile of stones. The smile is forgotten as dreams are forgotten. In a world without feelings, the music of emptiness. They wander helplessly like shadows in the night. Their looks turned pitch black. Here time and light die. They take away like a malicious answer. In the embrace of music, darkness will swallow. In a house where the light never burns. From this music, the soul withers. You will experience the chilling fear in full. Life takes every chord. Until a person is erased. Slowly you will become a living doll. In a gray world, an empty shadow. The heart froze and your laughter went out. The symphony of death plays for you!