Brutal Cold Heart - Dark Fantasy Music

Описание: “Brutal Cold Heart” is an original dark fantasy song steeped in Slavic folklore influences. Through icy harp and haunting verses, it tells the tale of a fallen queen — once warm and tender, now crowned in silence and frost. Betrayed by love, she becomes a frozen sovereign, a heart of winter carved in stone. Her breath stills the spring, her shadow silences gods, and her sorrow drowns the world in endless snow.

With cinematic folk instrumentation and mythic storytelling, “Brutal Cold Heart” evokes the weight of ancient ballads — where fire surrenders to frost, and legends are sung in whispers across barren fields.

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Lyrics:

Her crown is woven of silence and frost,
a diadem carved from the bones of the wind.
No flame dares rise in her shadowed court,
no blossom stirs where her gaze has been.

Her breath drifts pale through endless night,
a veil that hushes the voice of spring.
She treads the rivers, they shatter beneath,
and time itself forgets to sing.

O heart of winter, carved in stone,
frozen sovereign, cold, alone.
The world lies broken where you depart—
unchallenged, unyielding,
brutal cold heart.

Mortals whisper her name in fear,
in temples dark where the torches fade.
Even gods fall silent near,
for she bends the stars to her blade.

Once she was warmth, a tender flame,
a hand that cradled, a voice that soothed.
But love betrayed became her bane,
and sorrow iced what once had bloomed.

O heart of winter, carved in stone,
frozen sovereign, cold, alone.
The world lies broken where you depart—
unchallenged, unyielding,
brutal cold heart.

The skies grow heavy with her command,
snowfalls drown the fertile land.
Children sleep and do not wake,
fields lie barren, rivers break.
Still she reigns, no tears are shed,
her mercy gone, her warmth long dead.

She walks the heavens in silence crowned,
stars bend low where her footsteps sound.
Her soul entombed in the northern ice,
a queen who traded love for price.

O heart of winter, carved in stone,
frozen sovereign, cold, alone.
The world lies broken where you depart—
unchallenged, unyielding,
brutal cold heart.

Brutal… cold… heart…
Forever winter, never apart.

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