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Currently Playing: White Noise - D&D False Hydra Inspired Song #sunoai

A bard sings a popular tale warning of how to deal with a False Hydra, only to realize too late that one had found them. Music Video by Ram Hull Which D&D monster is next? I'm a big D&D nerd, Endless Taverns was born from waning to make D&D modules of my own weird ideas. You can download it all FREE: https://ko-fi.com/endlesstaverns/shop 🤖 Find My Music: https://ffm.bio/endlesstaverns Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/0KCDcshjirenWz5JiPnmw0?si=OQQ1wt0RR8iznP_oa-SJ5Q Help me keep the Endless Tavern running! https://ko-fi.com/endlesstaverns Lyrics: If the tavern feels too quiet and the crowd is missin' cheer If you can’t recall the faces of the friends who should be here There's a hunger in the quiet there's a song beneath the stone It takes and takes while you forget that you were not alone It hides under foundations In the hollow roots of towns It hums when bells are ringing It smiles when no one frowns And every time you look away It grows another head So cut the throat that hums that tune Or you’ll forget the dead Block your ears with wax or magic write each name you know today For it's song will steal your memories of the ones it takes away Keep a journal, trust the written ink remembers what you won't The noise of white, the silent bite of faces that you don't The drunkard sees what you can't a child points at the air The dogs will growl at empty space like something should be there The silence sings, the nothing clings It's growing ever near Those pale heads rise as memories die and no one sheds a tear Gather those with ears now deafened those who cannot hear its call Light your torches, grip your weapons find the source beneath it all Burn each neck down to it's foundation leave no throat to sing its song One head left means resurrection and the white noise carries on And when at last you kill it when the singing finally dies The sudden grief will crush you as your memories arise Of lovers lost, of children gone of friends you failed to mourn The white noise kept you comfortable now silence leaves you torn So if streets seem strangely empty if the numbers don't add up If you pour too many glasses but there's no one for that cup Don't trust the calm, don't trust the peace that settles in your bone The False Hydra will never cease 'til it only sings alone Human-made // AI Assisted (Suno, Midjourney, Claude, and Hailuo)