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Resonance of the Void 2 by Delivier

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Resonance of the Void 2

Orchestral

0:004:39
Lyrics
Description
In this original, I have no preference for instrument content at all.
I have tried to make the final version, but most always have trouble with cymbals,
and without dedicating two hours to the actual excerpt.
To this day I can never prove its authenticity.
Just finding those instruments and listening to them is a piece of cake.
Instead of listening to a problem gradient solution that is impossible to achieve or apply,
I have endeavored to play along as I go here and there just to experience and feel how the cymbals…
Velvet shadows swell the heartbeat, slow cavernous beneath.
Snap, metallic whisper, glass choir, shivers, a razor wind.
Bone-strung strings pull the dark, the hollow answers in its skin.
Slow as a buried drama, cold, dark, timpani beneath the earth.
Cellos like copper veins, the orchestra pumps molten earth.
Grass writhing, ears of brass, iron teeth in a measured chew.
Voices like broken glass, each shard of silver roof.
Tension threads tighter, breath held at the throat.
Tempo climbs, a thin wire pulled until the night will snap.
Will the void, hear it answer, short, repeat above?
Lies are beclaimed, lies are beclaimed.
Lies are beclaimed.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Slow a mammoth heart, woolen and slow, the cavern inhales.
Snap metal bites the night, a centrifugal hail.
Strings like silk then steel, they bend, they break, they bind.
A hollow turning inside out, a storm in a glass-lined mind.
A single shot of sound must make the sky hold.
The rhythm tightens, the machinery comes alive.
Hear the void.
Yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
A single shot of sound will split the sky.
Hold the rhythm tightens, the machine comes alive.
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