Fantasy | Cinematic | The Fall of the Gods [AI Music Video]

The tragic fall of the Elehath and the birth of Trysania, the Veiled Architect
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Witness the final days of the Elehath—an age of brilliance consumed by ambition and the forbidden power of Cosmica. As the Nightmare tears reality apart, Leokos and Eirinia make one last, desperate sacrifice. From their shattered hearts is born Trysania—the Veiled Architect, a child of shadow, will, and hope. This epic tale marks the beginning of one of the greatest legends in Kworgale, a story that intertwines with the fate of Merynia, the Cursed Blue Rose. Join us as we unveil the origins of Trysania in this cinematic, emotional chapter of the Blue Rose Dark Fantasy Saga

00:00 Long Live the Elehath!
05:06 To You, from the Creator of this Channel

"Long Live the Elehath!"

[Verse 1]
Raise your wings, Elehaths—hear the drums of loss;
We stand tonight as flame and frost, at any cost.
Eirinia’s grief, Leokos’s fading light,
Two shattered souls who chose to fight the night.
They bound their Thymara—love’s last spark,
A dawn concealed inside the dark.
A child of silver breath and cry,
Who wasn’t meant to live—but would not die.
Trysania—veil of ash and grace,
The Architect who stitches space.

[Chorus]
Let it choke on us first—long live the Elehath,
We bleed our names in fire and faith.
If the code would erase, we will rewrite the path,
With a living spark no void can wraith.
From broken stars to Kworgale’s birth,
We sing defiance back to earth—
Let it choke on us first—long live the Elehath.

[Verse 2]
“What is the Nightmare?”—you ask the wounded air;
Not god nor army, but creation’s ruthless snare.
When Cosmica rewrites the hidden lines,
The world grows scars across its spines.
The Thymarasphere can only bear so much—
Then reality tears with a thunderclutch.
Not conquest—correction, cold and sure;
Erase the error, none endure.
Yet through the hush where endings g,
A whispered infant answers—hope.

[Bridge]
Six banners burned beneath the stars’ lament:
Sovereigns of blood and will unspent;
The Union—one mind’s iron breath;
Ascendant choirs who braided d;
Apotheon crowns where egos reign;
Preservants guarding the ancient vein;
Innoviates, unrepentant spark—
They struck Cosmica through the dark.
Leokos heard Spirits—fire and ice;
Eirinia paid the ruthless price.
Their duel split heaven’s final seam—
And birthed a child from dying dream.

[Chorus – Final]
Let it choke on us first—long live the Elehath,
We carve our vow through smoke and wrath.
If the Nightmare rewrites, we’ll counter its math,
With Thymara’s flame to light our path.
Azcaloth’s frost, Kworgale’s sky,
A silver cry that would not die—
Veiled Architect, protect—resurrect—
Long live the Elehath.

[Outro]
Their ship fell quiet, the winds went still,
A crystal heart kept beating will.
From love and ruin, terror and trust—
A relic rose from broken dust.
Remember this when shadows press tight:
Where code says “end,” we answer “write.”
And if the void demands the worst…
Let it choke on us first.