Diary Of A Deadman

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AI pirate metal, folk metal, heavy metal song

Song made with Udio https://www.udio.com/
Art with DALL·E 3
Lyrics by me and ChatGPT https://chat.openai.com/
Song title, idea, prompting by me!

Lyrics:

In the attic, dust and shadows, found an ancient tome,
Leather-bound and weathered, it whispered tales of old.
With trembling hands, I opened, and the past began to roam,
In the pages of a captain's life, his story to unfold.

Diary of a deadman.

He was an undead captain, with fire in his soul,
A cursed life eternal, with adventures to extol.
From the ports of distant lands, to the heart of the storm,
His undead heart still yearned, begging for more.

With every word I read, his spirit came alive,
The ink still wet with dreams, from a time he survived.

Diary of a deadman, tales of bravery and dread,
A life beyond the grave, where the living fear to tread.
In every line and letter, the echoes of his cry,
A captain's heart burning, still heard past his time.

He faced many dangers, and monsters so strong,
Through shipwrecks and mutiny, where the weak don't belong.
With a compass made of stars, and courage as his guide,
He danced with fate and destiny, and always turned the tide.

With every word I read, his spirit came alive,
The ink still wet with dreams, from a time he survived.

Diary of a deadman, tales of bravery and dread,
A life beyond the grave, where the living fear to tread.
In every line and letter, the echoes of his cry,
A captain's heart burning, still heard past his time.

He wrote of final battles, where his crew met the night,
Of ghostly sails and whispers, that filled him with fright.
Yet even in the darkness, his spirit wouldn't bend,
For a captain's journey, they say, never truly ends.

With every page I turned, his essence filled the air,
A tale of defiance, beyond the grasp of despair.

Diary of a deadman, tales of bravery and dread,
A life beyond the grave, where the living fear to tread.
In every line and letter, the echoes of his cry,
A captain's heart burning, still heard past his time.

As I closed the diary, the past began to fade,
But the captain's spirit lingered, in the words that he had made.
In the quiet of the attic, I could almost hear him say,
"Live your life with courage, and never fear the fray."