Roots and Ruins von Mythara ist eine kraftvolle Mischung aus keltischen Folk-Elementen und modernem Cinematic-Pop.
Der Song erzählt von Herkunft, Verlust und der Kraft, die aus den Wurzeln unserer Vergangenheit erwächst.
Mit sanften Fiddle-Melodien, tiefen Trommeln und einer Stimme, die berührt, wird Roots and Ruins zu einer Reise in die Seele.

12 Roots and Ruins

Sitting in a café in Marrakesh, surrounded by voices flowing in Arabic, French, Berber, and more, I felt the weight of languages I could not speak. I thought five tongues would be enough, but here I am, realizing how small that really is. The regret cuts deepest when I think of China, where I lived for two years but never managed to truly learn the language. I can still say “我会说一点点中文,” but it is just a fragment, a shadow of what could have been. This song is a reflection of that longing—the beauty of words I cannot catch, the doors I never opened, and the promise that it is never too late to learn.

Voices Beyond Words

Wine glass shines in the night,  
Echo fades with no reply.  
Shadows dance across the wall,  
Silence grows, I hear it all.  

Midnight whispers call my name,  
Every sip tastes the same.  
Empty chair, no one to hold,  
Heart beats slow, the night is cold.  

[Chorus]  
The lonely voice, the lonely voice,  
Fills the room, I have no choice.  
The lonely voice, the lonely voice,  
Crying soft, no other noise.  

City sleeps beyond my door,  
But I can’t feel it anymore.  
Candle burns, the light is thin,  
Lonely nights won’t let me win.  

Bottle low, but pain is high,  
I still raise my glass to the sky.  
Dreams dissolve in quiet air,  
But no one’s left, there’s no one there.  

[Chorus]  
The lonely voice, the lonely voice,  
Fills the room, I have no choice.  
The lonely voice, the lonely voice,  
Crying soft, no other noise.  

I whisper words to the glass,  
Praying time will slowly pass.  
But silence answers every line,  
Lonely voice is only mine.  

[Chorus]  
The lonely voice, the lonely voice,  
Fills the room, I have no choice.  
The lonely voice, the lonely voice,  
Crying soft, no other noise.  

The Lonely Voice

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I never used to keep a diary. Then I discovered AI music. Now, instead of writing pages, I turn my days into songs. Each track is a snapshot of a moment, an emotion, a story I’d rather turn to a song than hide in words.

Voices Beyond Words

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