1 The Flying Dutchman (van der decken's curse) (Metal)

Workflow & Credits Track created on the Suno website. Image generated with AI. Concept and lyrics developed from my original idea, brainstormed and refined with ChatGPT. This project was created with full AI assistance — openly, deliberately, and as part of the creative process. Verse 1 The horizon split in iron light The sea stood tall, the sky burned white They begged my hand to turn the wheel But pride was all I chose to feel The compass shook, the mast-line cried The ocean warned — I would not hide No mortal wind would master me I swore command upon the sea Pre-Chorus I heard the thunder call my name I knew the cost — I stayed the same Chorus I saw the storm and chose it still I would not bend, I would not kneel Let heaven break and oceans roar I am the vow I swore before No harbor light, no guiding flame Only the echo of my name If fate would carve its mark on me Then let it carve eternally Verse 2 The sails were torn by unseen hands The tide withdrew from mortal lands No stars remained to mark the night Yet still I steered into their sight The crew fell silent, one by one As if the dark had just begun No prayer survived the salted air No mercy lingered anywhere Pre-Chorus The sea did not need rage or cry It answered me by standing high Chorus I saw the storm and chose it still I would not bend, I would not kneel Let heaven break and oceans roar I am the vow I swore before No harbor light, no guiding flame Only the echo of my name If fate would carve its mark on me Then let it carve eternally Bridge (piano + low strings) There was a moment — brief and small Where I could have turned at all A single breath A single choice But silence drowned the softer voice Final Chorus (reduced, darker) I saw the storm and chose it still Now time stands frozen at my will No dawn will rise, no night will cease Only this endless, salted sea No cross to bear, no grave to find Only the wind that binds my mind If I defied what none command Then I alone shall ever stand Final Verse (quiet, ominous) And still I sail where maps grow thin Beyond the edge of what has been No port will claim me, none can warn Of oath and tide and pride forsworn If ever through the mist you see A tattered sail on silver sea Turn your helm and mark this chart — Pray you never cross my dark For I am bound to wind and foam Exile my crown, the sea my throne I chose the storm — it chose me then And still I sail… beyond all men.