Crimson Requiem-Wolf and Hawk

Narrative Folk / Symphonic Metal, reflective, cinematic
Warm lead vocals, storytelling focus.
Generated whit Suno.
Lyrics inspired by @daquinus

When the blood dried,
And the sun rose again,
They stood as humans —
For the first time.

I woke with hands I knew as mine,
No wings, no claw, no fractured time,
Your breath was warm against my skin,
A simple truth I’d never been.

The scars remained, the silence too,
A sky once lost, a night once true,
We stood unsure of mortal ground,
Two ghosts where beasts were once unbound.

The world felt small without the sky,
The forest strange without the cry,
I missed the wind, I feared the sun,
What are we now — when war is done?

The curse was gone — yet still we knew,
The price of what we’d lived through.

Freedom is not without loss.

The hour between the sun and moon
Still lives inside our flesh too soon,
We learned to walk, we learned to stay,
Between the night and breaking day.

Not hawk by day, not wolf by night,
But scarred by truth and earned by fight,
If love survived that endless war,
Then love is more than shape or form.

Non avis, non bestia,
Sed anima vulnerata.
Per amorem vivimus,
Per amorem sanamur.

The hour between the sun and moon
Is where we learned what love could do,
Not curse, not fate, not gods above,
But flesh reclaimed by mortal love.

They were never meant to be beasts.
They were meant to endure.