Her Soul by A.I. Project Bestias A.D.

In a snow-white hall, where candlelight does play,
By the old piano, Eternity holds sway.

Her fingers, white and slender, like a butterfly's wing,
Touch the keys, a gentle melody they bring.
A soul's lament, a mystery, tender and deep,
That native feeling – like springtime's gentle sleep.


**Chorus:**

Oh, her melody, a night wind's softest sigh,
That touches the soul, like sunlight from the sky.
Each note holds secrets, sorrow, and light so clear,
Her soul's bright flame, forever burning here!


**Verse 2:**

Her eyes, a universe, wondrous and vast,
That do not consume the candlelight's soft cast.
Within them, ages' wisdom, sorrow, and hope's gleam,
And secrets held close, a silent, cherished dream.

She plays of love, consumed by ashes gray,
Of beauty that was, that warmed a heart's array,
Of life that flows, like a river to the sea,
Of what?... a deathless soul, eternally!


**Chorus:**

Oh, her melody, a night wind's softest sigh,
That touches the soul, like sunlight from the sky.
Each note holds secrets, sorrow, and light so clear,
Her soul's bright flame, forever burning here!

• Metal
• Rock
• lo-fi
• Ukraine