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Elven Forest-suno原创

Elven Forest

编曲:Suno
生成时间:2026-09-21 21:15:09
Folk
intimate male vocal with a wa
clear mid-range and gently la
soft piano
and airy flute; natural room
subtle tape warmth
and gentle vocal reverb; stea
04:24
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歌词
[Intro] [Wind] Soft rustling through the ancient oaken boughs Silver moonbeams dance on mossy ground [Verse: Intimate] I wandered past the bramble twisted gate Where broken paths give way to endless green The air tastes sweet of fern and rain-wet stone And quiet voices call where no one's been A shadow moves behind the silver birch A figure glows with light that's not of sun They lift their hand and bid the thorns recede And lead me where the healing waters run [Pre-Chorus: Gentle] Every stone holds a story old Every tree sings a song untold [Chorus: Anthemic] In the heart of the Elven Forest [Hook: Anthemic] Love grows wild where the light runs free Wounded hearts find their rest here surely Under boughs of the ancient tree [Verse: Intimate] I sat beside the pool where stars glow still They brought me berries red and honey sweet Told me tales of when the world was young Before the walls of stone divided street They do not fight, they do not crave for gold They tend the ground that feeds all living things They mend the broken branches torn by storm They sing the dying forest back to spring [Pre-Chorus: Gentle] Every stone holds a story old Every tree sings a song untold [Chorus: Anthemic] In the heart of the Elven Forest [Hook: Anthemic] Love grows wild where the light runs free Weary souls find their peace here surely Under boughs of the ancient tree [Bridge: Vulnerable] I came here broken, bleeding from the fight I carried weights I thought I'd bear always They touched my scars and bade the dark take flight I felt my soul unlearn its howling rage The world outside is loud and sharp and cold But here the quiet wraps you like a shawl They don't ask for your name or what you've done They only ask that you let your heart fall [Chorus: Anthemic] In the heart of the Elven Forest [Hook: Anthemic] Love grows wild where the light runs free All the lost find their home here surely Under boughs of the ancient tree [Outro: Fading] [Wind] Soft rustling through the ancient oaken boughs Silver moonbeams fade into the dawn [Fading]