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1970s British progressive rock, expansive and cinematic at a slow 60-80 BPM. Clean and lightly overdriven electric guitar with long sustained bends, tape delay and heavy reverb over sweeping bluesy solos. Warm analog synth pads, Hammond organ swells, electric piano and orchestral string layers build slow crescendos. Steady unhurried drum kit with brushed dynamics and roomy toms, round fretless-feel bass anchoring the harmony. Ambient sound-effect textures, clock chimes, wind and heartbeat pulses fade between sections. Restrained melancholic male tenor with airy falsetto, close-mic'd and drenched in stereo delay, layered harmony backing vocals in wide panorama.

[intro - violin solo] [verse 1] Your face is like a rainbow, And your smile like bracing sunlight. Your eyes radiate a ghostly shine — You charmer, your charms lose my mind. Your hands are like a cradle, Creating all that you design Your palms can heal bleeding wounds Like the «living water» from old russian tales. [chorus] How on Earth did God create this unreal grace The Devil and the Goddess in a single face? And what do you think? Who will ultimately win? Basically its very need The winner will be the one you feed [verse 2] Her face is like a storm Her breath like mercury`s gas Her favorite drink human bloode Her unique skill to kill just single word Her kiss is like Juda`s kiss Her hands mix a cocktaile of hate Her spite can burn me to ashes Her desire to destroy my fate [chorus] How on Earth did God create this unreal grace The Devil and the Goddess in a single face? And what do you think? Who will ultimately win? Basically its very need The winner will be the one you feed [verse 3] Your sadness comes like a tide Your dreams every time for the Moon Your lonely heart sorrows in the darkness You waiting of magic come soon Your feet walked very long distance You never complained for spite fate You going with raised head of proud You go straight for the Paradise Gate. [outro] Your hair smell blossoming valley Your kiss like a starry waterfall Everything that you touch higher of gold Trully you Eighth Wonder of the World