Ancient elven love song sung by a female voice inspired by Celtic, New Age.
The music is entirely led by elven harp, slow, fluid, and hypnotic, with no other instruments dominating.
Vocals are ethereal, layered, and intimate, floating above the harp like a whispered confession.
The song must feel deeply elven and ancient, as if born from forests, moonlight, and memory, not from a modern world.
Emotion is central: a passionate but restrained love, filled with longing, sorrow, and a painful romantic dilemma, torn between multiple loves and an impossible choice.
The voice should carry both tenderness and inner fracture, beautiful but aching, never theatrical or modern.
Overall atmosphere is mystical, melancholic, and hauntingly romantic, as if love itself were a curse and a blessing.
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Lyrics
O silver moon, O listening boughs,
keep what I hide, remember my vows.
I am the Light they named and bound,
a living oath on cursed ground.
I walk between the truths they claim,
three paths of love, three kinds of flame.
I speak in song what must not be,
for choice itself is heresy.
Elyra vael thalenir,
saera en lûmira.
Vesha dor elinar,
thyrae, thyrae… liora.
Elyra vael thalenir,
saera en lûmira.
Vesha dor elinar,
thyrae, thyrae… liora.
He wears the dawn like polished bone,
a crimson heir on a cursed throne.
His voice is velvet, old and sure,
he names my heart as something pure.
Yet when the night has stilled the hall,
his hands grow warm despite the law.
He smiles like sin, he tastes like fate,
and I am fire before his gate.
Elyra vael thalenir,
saera en lûmira.
Vesha dor elinar,
thyrae, thyrae… liora.
Elyra vael thalenir,
saera en lûmira.
Vesha dor elinar,
thyrae, thyrae… liora.
He stands where iron shadows sleep,
a bound dragon forced to keep
a frozen collar, runes sealed tight,
holding kings within his firelight.
He does not claim, he does not plead,
he only stays, he only bleeds.
As if my light could break his seal,
as if my song could make him real.
And when he shakes, when silence breaks,
I hear the wings they never gave.
I love the beast they tried to bind,
the living flame they left behind.
Elyra vael thalenir,
saera en lûmira.
Vesha dor elinar,
thyrae, thyrae… liora.
Elyra vael thalenir,
saera en lûmira.
Vesha dor elinar,
thyrae, thyrae… liora.
He comes with snow upon his breath,
laughing at crowns, at laws, at death.
He bares his truth, he shows his scars,
then lays the world beneath the stars.
He says “be free” with savage grace,
and tears all fear from off my face.
His kiss is frost, his touch is fire,
and I am made of wild desire.
Elyra vael thalenir,
saera en lûmira.
Vesha dor elinar,
thyrae, thyrae… liora.
Elyra vael thalenir,
saera en lûmira.
Vesha dor elinar,
thyrae, thyrae… liora.
O ancient woods, O river clear,
tell me the truth, the cost, the fear.
For I am one—and I am three,
and love is bound by destiny.
Elyra vael thalenir…
saera en lûmira…
vesha dor elinar…
thyrae… thyrae… liora…
Elyra vael thalenir…
saera en lûmira…
vesha dor elinar…
thyrae… thyrae… liora…
