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Through the dark
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Church artist-restorer, christian. Designer. Engineer. Living in Prague for the past 25 years
Church artist-restorer, christian, founder, CEO. Musician, songwriter. Designer. Engineer. Mattress Enthusiast. Dream Weaver (of mattresses, not fairy tales). If you're looking for something more in music than just "a melody to match your mood," then welcome. About me: Designer, programmer, analyst, artist, writer, poet, translator, restorer, musician, arranger. Enthusiastically experimenting with the impact of various factors on human metabolism. Advocate of healthy eating. Lost 60 kg. Living in Prague for the past 25 years. Lived in Greece.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
#2,095 today Peak #19
#1,303 in subgenre Peak #10
Author
Alexey Mosin
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Alexey Mosin
Uploaded
March 10, 2025
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MP3
MP3 20.9 MB • 320 kbps • 9:08
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WAV 92.1 MB
Story behind the song
Bitter rains of autumn whisper through the night, Lashing windows with streaks of silver light. In a shadowed room, where the lost convene, Fugitives toast their fleeting dreams. A thief sits proud, like a lord in disguise, Amid the drunken haze, with hollow eyes. Regret coils tight, like a serpent unseen, Choking hearts in the midnight sheen. Chorus And as the dawn begins to cry, A raspy voice sings low and dry. No tender tunes, just shadows remain, Calling lost souls to face their pain. Through the dark, we hear their cries, A silent plea from unseen skies. A fallen monk, with a voice of stone, Sings of birds he claims to know. Not gentle doves, but those who soar, Through storms to reach a prophets shore. The air grows heavy, with smoke and grief, Whispers of farewell, life too brief. As night retreats, the light reveals, The saints who call for broken wills. And as the dawn begins to cry, A raspy voice sings low and dry. No tender tunes, just shadows remain, Calling lost souls to face their pain. Through the dark, we hear their cries, A silent plea from unseen skies. Bridge The road bends far, where shadows cling, Haunted faces, the songs they bring. But through the fog, a voice resounds, "Rise above before darkness surrounds." And as the dawn begins to cry, A raspy voice sings low and dry. No tender tunes, just shadows remain, Calling lost souls to face their pain. Through the dark, we hear their cries, A silent plea from unseen skies.
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Alexey Mosin
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