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Bodiak´s Heresy - Part 3 - 10 - Over Mornaval’s Black Waters (Gothic/Dark Fantasy/Grimdark Music)

Автор: Inner Devil Unleashed

Загружено: 2026-03-14

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Описание: Mornaval divides more than land.
They call it the Vein of Mourning—because old wars still beat beneath its surface, and the bridge of stone and cement only hides the crack between two nations.

Over Mornaval’s Black Waters is the chapter where the current turns into memory—where every step on the crossing feels like a verdict, and the river below keeps tally of the dead.

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Lyrics

We walked where orchards should have burned with gold
Now roots were black and every bough was old
The fields lay open like a butchered seam
And ash kept drifting through the ruined green

No wind could loosen what we carried there
A knot of failure tightening in the air
The ones we left
The one we could not save
All grief grows heavier when mercy finds no grave

The roads through Durbal wound by broken farms
Past shattered roofs and wells gone cold and dry
Small towns collapsed to stone and splintered beams
And every mile made loss feel less alone

They came at dusk in ragged orcish bands
With iron cries and hunger in their hands
But wrath had made our battered spirits hard
And pain drove every blow past shield and guard

We did not speak of hope
Not anymore
We only kept our feet
And faced the war

Carry the dead in the hollow of the chest
Carry the names that will never know rest
Over the ruin and under the crows
Further we went where no bright river flows

Still we were bound to the road and the flame
Still we were chained to a half-spoken name
If there was grace it was thin as breath
A bridge in the distance
A pause before death

Then from the valley rose that ancient span
Stone over sorrow set by dwarven hands
A mighty arch above black Mornaval
Where wars had fed the waters through it all

At either end stood iron in a line
With crossbows raised and laws worn thin by time
We asked for passage
They answered us with scorn
As if all who crossed were treachery reborn

Then laughter split the line
A drunken roar
A ghost from blood and years
Came stumbling through the war

Carry the dead in the hollow of the chest
Carry the names that will never know rest
Over the mortar and old battle stone
Even in fury kin may still be found

Still there was heat in the grip of the hand
Still there were kin in this ravaged land
If there was grace it came rough and unclean
Ale in the sunlight
And scars in between

That night we drank beneath a steadier roof
For one brief hour the world forgot its wounds
At dawn we filled our flasks and took the road
Where green ran deep and birdsong eased the load

The path grew close with leaves and shaded light
And some among us almost dared the word
Like home returning through the ribs again
A gentler hour between the blood and rain

Three days beyond the bridge
The stream ran near
Old stones lay scattered
Hurled there by engines from an older war
A narrow crossing waited over mud and foam
Wood under iron
No place to call home

We reached the middle
Then the sky gave one thin cry
Too fast for prayer
Too sharp for any eye
A hiss above
A spark none of us could name
Then all at once the world became a flame

Carry the dead if we rise from the blast
Carry what breath survives the sudden blast
Water and fire and the taste of the ground
Smoke in the trees and no mercy around

Some fell to darkness and some to the stream
Some closed their eyes inside the burning dream
If there was grace it was hidden from sight
Somewhere beyond us
Or nowhere that night

The river kept moving
The branches did not speak
Ash on the armor
Blood in the creek
And in the black hush after thunder died
We did not know who lived
Or who had closed their eyes

Born from 20+ years of RPG lore — told in music.

#darkfantasymusic #grimdark #orchestral #gothicmetal #cinematicmusic #EPICmusic #TTRPG #RPG

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© 2026 — All rights reserved. This audiovisual work (music, lyrics, and visuals) is copyrighted by the channel owner. Unauthorized re-upload, redistribution, or use is prohibited.

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