The Winged Ones

Track from the album: Myths of Kalyani - https://youtu.be/dMYAhrOEZZI Credits Artist: Rlavie Music Creation: Suno Pro (AI-assisted) Composition: Rlavie, Suno AI Lyrics: Rlavie Production: Rlavie ©℗2025 Rlavie. All rights reserved. Full lyrics below. Under the summer moon of stone and ash We whispered tales the wind would never pass In the village fields, a shadow’s call Born from thirst and the sweetest fall He drank the black poison slow Unknowing how the curse would grow The winged ones rise, from the thirst of men Flesh to shadow, never pure again In the mirror’s truth, the horror shown He drinks, he fades—becomes one of his own Feathers tear through fragile skin The eyes grow dark, the guilt within Children scream where laughter died He stares and sees what can’t be denied The darkness burns, the angels cry A mortal drink, a demon’s lie The winged ones rise, from the thirst of men Flesh to shadow, never pure again In the mirror’s truth, the horror shown He drinks, he fades—becomes one of his own Symphonic chants, a prayer undone The cross dissolves beneath the sun No mercy now, no morning breath Only the hunger, the flight, the death The winged ones fly, through ash and flame Carved by laughter, cursed by name The mirror breaks, the boy is gone A shadow born—forever one In the silence of the empty well The black drink lingers, a taste of hellUnder the summer moon of stone and ash We whispered tales the wind would never pass In the village fields, a shadow’s call Born from thirst and the sweetest fall He drank the black poison slow Unknowing how the curse would grow The winged ones rise, from the thirst of men Flesh to shadow, never pure again In the mirror’s truth, the horror shown He drinks, he fades—becomes one of his own Feathers tear through fragile skin The eyes grow dark, the guilt within Children scream where laughter died He stares and sees what can’t be denied The darkness burns, the angels cry A mortal drink, a demon’s lie The winged ones rise, from the thirst of men Flesh to shadow, never pure again In the mirror’s truth, the horror shown He drinks, he fades—becomes one of his own Symphonic chants, a prayer undone The cross dissolves beneath the sun No mercy now, no morning breath Only the hunger, the flight, the death The winged ones fly, through ash and flame Carved by laughter, cursed by name The mirror breaks, the boy is gone A shadow born—forever one In the silence of the empty well The black drink lingers, a taste of hell #sunoai , #heavymetal , #aimusic