The Odyssey of Seraph Ocato - Vibe New Wave by Coudal & Suno

Reprise de l’Odyssée de Seraph Ocato, à nouveau frais avec la v6 de Suno mais toujours avec la vibe New Wave. Un peu plus mystique, peut être, en accord avec la nature de Séraph … The Odyssey of Seraph Ocato Under Vivéka's eye, stern mother, wise and grave, Grew Seraph Ocato with hair like silver sheen, Son of the runic smith... a love that couldn't save! Raised in prayer and silence at the monastery serene. The shields are clashing, hammers crash! In crimson dust, the whole world shakes. Steel meets flesh, fire meets the dark! Drums of iron, drums of ash! The Grand Master gave to him his sacred, solemn quest: Follow Thamarkus hunting down the demon's trace, Azzeraphat the Malefice with thousand masks to test, To Waterdeep they journeyed forth to meet him face to face. But underneath the stars, the hunter was devoured, Without a cry at night, his body torn and maimed. Seraph woke alone, the mystery still shrouded, And for his only legacy remained a notebook, coded, claimed! Drums of stone, drums of bronze! We are the coming storm's command! We are the thunder on the sea! Like blades, our voices rise beyond! Innocent with maidens, smiling at the danger near, The young warlock walks onward to his destiny, Seeking out the wonders of the world so bright and clear, While hunting down the Malefice relentlessly. Toward Waterdeep he travels, graceful pilgrim on his way, For such is the path of the Yellow Rose's creed: To walk into the unknown with a heart that will not sway, And discover every wonder, every fragrant, sacred deed. Drums of iron, drums of ash! Hear our battle cries on wind! Our chests become the weapons forged! Our breaths become the flames! And when the silence falls at last, There'll still remain our marching sound, Our voices and our drumming beat... Resounding like the funeral bell! Resounding like the bell! Like the bell! And through the starlit night, Seraph moves along...