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Dark gothic metal,doom metal, Ethereal female vocals, distant but clear, heavy cathedral reverb, Deep male vocals, low, calm, spoken-sung, slightly buried in the mix, Clean reverb-soaked guitars, soft distortion, slow drums, Spacious, haunting atmosphere, romantic tragedy, sorrowful and hypnotic, pulsating, epic, Emotional,no intro,
๐ค๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐ช ๐พ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฆยท4:03
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๐๐ธ๐ต๐ต๐ธ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ต๐ต๐ผ
Dark gothic metal,doom metal, Ethereal female vocals, distant but clear, heavy cathedral reverb, Deep male vocals, low, calm, spoken-sung, slightly buried in the mix, Clean reverb-soaked guitars, soft distortion, slow drums, Spacious, haunting atmosphere, romantic tragedy, sorrowful and hypnotic, pulsating, epic, Emotional,no intro,
Creator: ๐ค๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐ช ๐พ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฆRelease Date: January 30, 2026
Lyrics
I wanted nostalgia from the 90s, the Gothic vibes of those times are forever with me. Atmospheric sound with echoes and hisses, gloomy and melancholic vibe.๐ค๐ค๐ช
I hope this song will suit dark romantics like me.๐ฆ
P.S.To achieve the desired effect, I used my samples and FL studio and a lot of remixes.
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Velvet moss is crawling low,
Brown and rusted, cold as bone.
Whose is this breath in the dark?
Autumn touched the grass โ alone.
A black rook hunches, soaked in rain,
Rowan branches bend and ache.
Heart, donโt cry, the road remains,
Long and cruel for us to take.
Old pines toll like hollow bells,
Spruce trees hum with distant pain.
Here the forest slowly tells
Weeks of dripping, endless rain.
Grey and bitter milkweed falls
On the broken ear of grain.
Whose is this voice that softly calls
My name โ and sings goodbye again.
Here the forest slowly tells
Old pines toll like hollow bells...
I hope this song will suit dark romantics like me.๐ฆ
P.S.To achieve the desired effect, I used my samples and FL studio and a lot of remixes.
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Velvet moss is crawling low,
Brown and rusted, cold as bone.
Whose is this breath in the dark?
Autumn touched the grass โ alone.
A black rook hunches, soaked in rain,
Rowan branches bend and ache.
Heart, donโt cry, the road remains,
Long and cruel for us to take.
Old pines toll like hollow bells,
Spruce trees hum with distant pain.
Here the forest slowly tells
Weeks of dripping, endless rain.
Grey and bitter milkweed falls
On the broken ear of grain.
Whose is this voice that softly calls
My name โ and sings goodbye again.
Here the forest slowly tells
Old pines toll like hollow bells...