The chorus lift is clean—smiles guaranteed. BeatOrganic would highlight that lift.

Behind Green Lights

Summons to the Police Station

Summons To The Police Station

Who's Calling Me a Liar

Who's Calling Me A Liar

[Verse]
Horizon split by glowing veins in the dark,
Skyscrapers hum, a symphony to spark,
Lotus blooms whisper secrets to the air,
Petals curl, revealing sanctuaries rare.

[Chorus]
Gardens perched in clouds, we rise so high,
Bioluminescent glow paints the sky,
Hidden worlds unfold where roots defy,
City’s pulse—a life that never dies.

[Verse 2]
Glass and steel, veins lit like neural thread,
City breathes while stars above have fled,
Neon rivers coil 'round lotus stems,
Life blooms fierce atop the urban gems.

[Bridge]
Sky now a canvas for electric buds,
Dreams bloom vibrant in the endless dusk floods,
Sanctuaries cradled in a petaled shrine,
Ascend through the void, this life divine.

[Chorus]
Gardens perched in clouds, we rise so high,
Bioluminescent glow paints the sky,
Hidden worlds unfold where roots defy,
City’s pulse—a life that never dies.

[Verse 3]
Footsteps silent on a lotus’s heart,
Every unfurl a story, every bloom a start,
Sky-high gardens where we leave the ground,
Lost in the glow where new worlds are found.

Lotus City

[Verse]
Sept ans de guerre et de sang versé
Les plaines crient des noms effacés
Turpin s'avance au cœur du fracas
Propose sa vie pour sauver les soldats

[Verse 2]
Face à l'Empereur il plie les genoux
"Épargnez les âmes de ceux qui sont à vous"
Il murmure des mots d'espoir et de foi
Mais l'orgueil du roi reste la seule loi

[Chorus]
Oh Turpin courageux face au destin
Portant seul le poids des lendemains
Son cœur bat fort contre le refus
Dans l'ombre du trône il reste perdu

[Verse 3]
L'Empereur gronde un ordre cruel
"Silence Turpin tes mots sont rebelles"
La colère règne comme un feu ardent
Étouffant l'appel d'un cœur bienveillant

[Bridge]
Le ciel s'assombrit sous les cris de l'orgueil
Les rêves de paix s'effacent sous le deuil
Mais Turpin reste debout dans la tourmente
Une flamme vive dans une nuit brûlante

[Chorus]
Oh Turpin courageux face au destin
Portant seul le poids des lendemains
Son cœur bat fort contre le refus
Dans l'ombre du trône il reste perdu

Turpin de Reims

[Verse]
In the shadows deep where the silence sleeps
Lies a crypt that time could not keep
Dusty walls hum with secrets of gold
A spellbook waits
Its cover cold

[Verse 2]
Fingers trace the glyphs so strange
Words alive
They twist and change
Pages breathe with a ghostly sigh
Whispering truths that never die

[Chorus]
The crypt calls out
Its voice so thin
A language lost beneath the skin
Magic stirs where the brave may tread
In the book of words that wake the dead

[Verse 3]
Candles flicker
Their light turns grey
Runes ignite
They pull away
Binding hearts to a power unknown
A spellbook sings
Its curse is shown

[Bridge]
Time collapses
The walls decay
The air grows thick
The ground gives way
Ancient hands pull at your soul
The crypt has claimed another whole

[Chorus]
The crypt calls out
Its voice so thin
A language lost beneath the skin
Magic stirs where the brave may tread
In the book of words that wake the dead

[Verse]
Beneath the earth where shadows creep
A crypt of silence
Secrets deep
The air is thick with whispers cold
A tale of life
A world grown old

[Verse 2]
A book of spells in runes unknown
Its cover worn
Its power grown
Each page a song of ancient lore
A magic locked behind the door

[Chorus]
The words
They hum
They twist
They call
A voice that echoes through the hall
The forgotten speak
Their whispers blend
The crypt’s a place where time won’t end

[Verse 3]
A flickering light
A candle’s flame
It dances wild
It knows no name
The air is tense
It starts to hum
A secret force
It pulls
It drums

[Bridge]
The language twists like smoke in air
A chant
A curse
A lover’s prayer
The spellbook waits
Its power bides
A thousand lives it still decides

[Verse 4]
The crypt will guard what time can’t steal
A magic born to break or heal
Its secrets wait for hands to dare
To take the book and meet its stare

The Forgotten Spellbook

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The Forgotten Spellbook

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