Titan's Symphony - Autumn Angel

🇮🇹 Il testo è stato scritto da Titan's Symphony, voce e musica sono state create tramite l'utilizzo di "Suno AI". L'immagine è stata creata utilizzando "Bing Image Creator"/"ChatGPT". English non-native speaker, mi scuso per eventuali errori grammaticali e di sintassi. ---- 🇬🇧 The lyrics were written by Titan's Symphony, the voice and music were created using "Suno AI". The image in the video was created using "Bing Image Creator"/"ChatGPT". English non-native speaker, I apologize for any grammatical and syntax errors. Website: Suno AI: https://suno.com/ 🇮🇹 Progetto musicale a tempo perso con AI. Se questo sia eticamente corretto o meno, lascio a voi deciderlo, siete liberi di vagare altrove, per tutti gli altri: buon ascolto. 🇬🇧 A music project created in spare time using AI. Whether this is ethically correct or not, I'll leave that for you to decide—you are free to wander elsewhere. For everyone else: enjoy. ---- Lyrics: A drop of dew falls from a grey sky, Through gilded leaves, it runs and dies. It mirrors heaven, then fades away. The swallows trace their farbound flight... To the chime of bells that fade in light. Eternity sleeps where autumn wakes, Its breath in pale horizons shakes. The forest hides its secret grace; In dying hues, love leaves no trace. The leaves still sing along the trail, I watch them, remembering what’s frail, And in the dark of heaven’s fire... [Chorus] I wonder if angels weep with light, If demons dream of peace at night. Castles crumble, kingdoms fade, And time still whispers through it all. Be it a day of golden flame, Or silver tears that have no name, The seasons pass—one breath, one sigh, Life feels a trick, yet softly nigh, The Autumn Angel hums her cry. I walk beneath the amber rain. Love was a season, fierce and brief; Now silence sprouts where once was grief. The benches hold the ghost of time, And echo back my heart’s old rhyme. In the hush between the breath and fall, I feel the pulse that moves through all. Beneath the oak, my shadow waits, Counting the years at broken gates. [Chorus] I wonder if angels weep with light, If demons dream of peace at night. Castles crumble, kingdoms fade, And time still whispers through it all. Be it a day of golden flame, Or silver tears that have no name, The seasons pass—one breath, one sigh, Life feels a trick, yet softly nigh, The Autumn Angel hums her cry. The air is sweet with dying things, With endings dressed in crimson wings. A poet once said that truth must die, To teach the heart how to rely. And find my eyes in tears again. The stars look down, yet never speak— Their silence is the peace I seek. I turn once more, to see who I was, A shadow caught in autumn’s pause. And through the hush, through fading blue, the world feels old, yet strange and new. [Chorus] I wonder if angels weep with light, If demons dream of peace at night. Castles crumble, kingdoms fade, And time still whispers through it all. Be it a day of golden flame, Or silver tears that have no name, The seasons pass—one breath, one sigh, Life feels a trick, yet softly nigh, The Autumn Angel hums her cry.