Dark Harvest - West Coast AI (Gothic Folk Rock Ballad)

Описание: "Dark Harvest" is a gothic folk rock ballad that explores themes of life, death, and the cyclical nature of the harvest. Set in a haunting, eerie atmosphere, the song tells a tale of reapers collecting souls in a cursed land, with dark imagery of flames, shadows, and blood-red skies. The music combines brooding acoustic guitar, mournful piano, and soft, whispered vocals, creating a somber yet powerful mood that captures the inevitability of fate and the passing of time.

Lyrics:

Intro:
The twilight calls upon the reaper’s blade
A field of shadows, where memories fade
The air is thick with whispers, the earth a solemn tomb
The harvest moon is rising, beneath the autumn bloom

The autumn bloom…

Verse:
They come in silence, cloaked in wind and ash
To reap the grain, and burn the past
The scythe it swings, a cold and heavy hand
To claim the souls upon this cursed land

Chorus:
Dark harvest, shadows fall
The reapers answer the ancient call
The crows take flight as the flames arise
Beneath the blood-red skies

Bridge:
Fleeting time, it withers, slow
Through barren fields, the winds will blow
The seeds we plant will someday die
Yet still we kneel beneath the sky

Verse:
The forest whispers warnings through the trees
Of bitter winters and cruel destinies
The earth will swallow all we leave behind
In darkness deep, the harvest binds

Chorus:
Dark harvest, shadows fall
The reapers answer the ancient call
The crows take flight as the flames arise
Beneath the blood-red skies

Bridge:
All that lives must fall
The scythe will take us all
But in the fields where we were sown
We rise as ghosts to reap our own

Chorus:
Dark harvest, shadows fall
The reapers answer the ancient call
The crows take flight as the flames arise
Beneath the blood-red skies

Verse:
The cycle ends, and so begins anew
The earth will always claim her due
The harvest fades, the moonlight wanes
But in the dark, the song remains

Chorus:
Dark harvest, shadows fall
The reapers answer the ancient call
The crows take flight as the flames arise
Beneath the blood-red skies

Final Chorus:
Dark harvest, shadows fall
The reapers answer the ancient call
The flames are rising, the fields are bare
But the echoes linger in the air

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