Musicis Fabulis - Ordinary Lives Beneath the Wounded Sky (Gothic Science Fantasy Metal)

Original music inspired by the Torn Void, an original gothic science fantasy universe of dying stars, ancient relics, haunted technology, broken gods, and civilisations shaped by metaphysical war. Lyrics by Musicis Fabulis. Music and vocals produced using digital composition tools. See my Torn Void playlist for more songs from this universe. Beneath the wounded sky, ordinary people keep the galaxy alive. Dockworkers move cargo, refugees share shelter, shrine-keepers tend their lamps, ration growers coax food from trays, children laugh in zero gravity, and clerks guard fragile names. In a universe of ancient wars and impossible stars, kindness becomes survival. (Verse 1) Dockworkers sing while station bells divide the air, Refugees fold borrowed coats and learn a borrowed prayer. Shrine-keepers light small lamps where broken route-lights glow, Ration growers count their seeds in hydroponic snow. (Verse 2) Zero-gravity children chase their shadows round the bay, While tired clerks stamp fractured names that might have slipped away. Pilots kiss old charms before the dark lanes start to burn, And whisper for the mercy of a true and whole return. (Chorus) They live beneath the wounded sky where ancient engines moan, They build a little kindness out of breath and bread and stone. No throne will sing their names when dying constellations fall, But every cup they pass becomes a sheltering wall. (Verse 3) A mother trades her ration so a stranger’s child may eat, A porter hides a pilgrim from the patrols along the street. A mechanic mends a mask with wire, tape, and thread, Then gives it to the coughing boy and wears the cracked one instead. (Verse 4) They know the wars as absences in ledger, bunk, and name, As routes that brought the wrong ship home through violet flame. They do not need the Godengine to tremble in their sleep, They only need the ones they love to stay, return, and keep. (Chorus) They live beneath the wounded sky where ancient engines moan, They build a little kindness out of breath and bread and stone. No throne will sing their names when dying constellations fall, But every cup they pass becomes a sheltering wall. (Bridge) The great powers argue over what the stars are for, While ordinary hands keep sealing every failing door. In markets, shrines, and corridors where grief has learned to stay, They make a human sunrise from the ashes of the day. (Outro) So still they work the docks where impossible comets fly, And raise their children laughing beneath the wounded sky. Not saints, not kings, not legends carved in light, Just living hearts that keep the galaxy from night. #scifimusic #scifi #metal #thrash #tornvoid #gothic