Crimson Requiem-Dream Land/DUET VERSION(Lyrics adapted from "Dream Land" by Edgar Allan Poe)

Описание: Symphonic metal ballad, gothic orchestral, cinematic dark atmosphere, slow to mid-tempo, melancholic, dramatic, epic storytelling, gothic soundscape, cinematic doom. Duet version.
Iconic main guitar riff with strong swagger, palm-muted low notes and exotic minor runs, expressive bends, crying sustain, Slash-style phrasing (but original), crunchy Marshall-style tone, wide stereo rhythm guitars in chorus, Male voice: deep, grave, narrator-style (spoken-sung, ritualistic, calm, ominous)
Female voice: ethereal, cold, spectral, distant, sorrowful.
Generated whit Suno.
Lyrics adapted from "Dream Land" by Edgar Allan Poe

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule —

From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE — out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the dews that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;

Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;

Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters — lone and dead —

Their still waters — still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead —

Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily —

By the mountains — near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever —

By the grey woods — by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp —

By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls —

By each spot the most unholy —
In each nook most melancholy —

There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past —
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by —
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth — and Heaven.

[Bridge – Philosophical contrast]
Female (soft, soothing):
For the heart whose woes are legion
’Tis a peaceful, soothing region —

For the spirit that walks in shadow
’Tis — oh ’tis an Eldorado!

But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not — dare not openly view it;

Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;

So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;

And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,

I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.