Whispers of the Ellyllon
Create a dark cinematic Death Metal masterpiece with slam death metal and brutal death metal riffs, powerful Celtic horror synths, and traditional Welsh instruments (crwth, harp, eerie whistles). Audio must be perfectly clear, polished, professional, and cinematic with balanced mixing of instruments and vocals. Vocals alternate between male guttural growls and female melodic Welsh-toned metal singing, with terrifying spoken narration in Welsh + English at intro and outro. The lyrics tell of the Ellyllon of Welsh folklore: mischievous yet malevolent goblin-like fairies who feed on fungi and dew, lure mortals with riddles, illusions, and deadly dances. Include the tale of the fiddler trapping a youth until holy words free him, and the Ellylldan fire that lures travelers to death. Atmosphere must feel whimsical yet horrifying, like small goblin-fairies dragging listeners into misty hollow hills. Runtime under 8 minutes, layered verses, choruses, brutal slams, and haunting outro.
Whispers of the Ellyllon
Create a dark cinematic Death Metal masterpiece with slam death metal and brutal death metal riffs, powerful Celtic horror synths, and traditional Welsh instruments (crwth, harp, eerie whistles). Audio must be perfectly clear, polished, professional, and cinematic with balanced mixing of instruments and vocals. Vocals alternate between male guttural growls and female melodic Welsh-toned metal singing, with terrifying spoken narration in Welsh + English at intro and outro. The lyrics tell of the Ellyllon of Welsh folklore: mischievous yet malevolent goblin-like fairies who feed on fungi and dew, lure mortals with riddles, illusions, and deadly dances. Include the tale of the fiddler trapping a youth until holy words free him, and the Ellylldan fire that lures travelers to death. Atmosphere must feel whimsical yet horrifying, like small goblin-fairies dragging listeners into misty hollow hills. Runtime under 8 minutes, layered verses, choruses, brutal slams, and haunting outro.
Lyrics
Intro (Spoken, Male & Female, Welsh + English)
(Welsh)
Yn y dyffrynni niwlog, yn y coedwigoedd duon, maent yn dawnsio
Yr Ellyllon goleuni a thwyll, bychain ond marwol.
(English)
In the misted hollows, in the blackened woods, they dance
The Ellyllon light and deceit, small yet deadly.
(Verse 1)
Shadows creep in moss clad halls
Ellyllon whisper, the night enthralls
Eyes like lanterns through the trees
Breathing riddles upon the breeze
Their hands are small, their laughter cruel
Fiddlerโs bow a cursed tool
Every step a chain of pain
Dance until no breath remains.
(Verse 2)
They sip the dew, they feast on rot
A toadstool throne in a moonlit grot
Goblin faces masked in song
Twisting truth till right is wrong
A circle woven, bodies bound
The forest swallows every sound
Hollow hills their banquet keep
Mortal flesh their prize to reap.
(Chorus)
(melodic)
Ellyllon yn y nos, yn y niwl, yn y gwaed.
(The Ellyllon in the night, in the mist, in the blood)
(growls)
Feast on marrow, feast on bone
Drag the soul, and claim the throne!
(Verse 3)
The fiddler smiles, his bow draws flame
Each note a snare, each chord a chain
The boy is caught, his body bends
A cruel dance with no escape, no end
The father calls with holy breath
Sacred words to break the death
The fae retreat, but shadows stay
Their curse will haunt another day.
(Verse 4)
Beware the light that calls your name
Ellylldanโs torch is never tame
It lures the lost through bog and fen
To meet their fate beyond all ken
Tiny hands that claw and bite
Eyes that glow with stolen light
The fae are tricksters, kind then vile
Their gifts conceal a fatal smile.
(Chorus 2)
(soaring)
Ellyllon, goleuni a marwolaeth
Yn ein cymylau, yn ein gwaed
(The Ellyllon, light and death
In our clouds, in our blood)
(growls)
Your riddles are daggers, your laughter our woe,
Lead us to ruin, drag us below.
(Verse 5 - Final, Darkest)
In misty glades their song is heard
Each whispered lie a poisoned word
The woodland bends, the air grows thin
A thousand claws tear at the skin
Children vanish, the weak are chained
In fairy courts where blood is drained
Ellyllon reign where mortals fall
Light-elves cruel, deceiving all.
(Outro Spoken, Welsh & English fading into whispers)
(Welsh)
Pan ddawโr dawns i ben, dim ond geiriau sanctaidd all eu torri.
Ond byddwch yn ofalus nid ywโr goleuni bob amser yn iachawdwriaeth.
(English)
When the dance ends, only holy words can break the spell.
But beware not every light is salvation.
(A single fiddle note bends into static, fading into silence.)
(Created By (๐ค๐๐โ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐ค) (2025)