Gran Turismo 7 GMV | A//SILENCE — Velvet of the Void | Le Mans / Spa / Nürburgring

Описание

Original Concept, Narrative & Lyrics by Sharp_Eye18 (A.G.A).
Music composed and produced using SUNO AI as a creative tool, based on the author's conceptual vision.
Visuals & Editing by Sharp_Eye18.
© All Rights Reserved.

Inspired by endurance racing — the 24 Hours of Le Mans, Spa-Francorchamps, Nürburgring, Circuit de la Sarthe and Gran Turismo 7.

Liveries, car selection, and visual composition by Sharp_Eye18, and featuring community-created designs from the Gran Turismo 7 livery editor.

All footage represents my personal gameplay and creative vision. I don't dictate how others should play. GT7 is unique for everyone.

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Lyrics:

In a circuit of thorns where the heavens bleed,
one price remains — an unsellable creed.

The rain descends like shrapnel on the glass,
three hundred pulses tear the ether's grey.
The world dissolves to streaks of molten brass,
we barter breath to keep the dark at bay.

The tachometer screams a requiem,
a razor's edge between the flesh and steel.
No gods above to hear the stratagem,
just gravity and hunger at the wheel.

Let the engine roar our shattered hymn!
We are the ghosts that haunt the burning rim!
Through twenty-four hours of the drowning night,
we carve the void and refuse to lose the light!

The halogen blades dissect the charcoal air,
prototypes devour the dwindling line.
A millimeter's grace, a silent prayer,
the asphalt drinks the fuel like bitter wine.

The slick of oil, the mirror of the rain,
a fragile truce with physics and with time.
We find the truth where only madmen reign,
and pay for every second in the red.

Let the engine roar our shattered hymn!
We are the ghosts that haunt the burning rim!
Through twenty-four hours of the drowning night,
we carve the void and refuse to lose the light!

When physics pleads and tires turn to dust,
the crimson mist corrodes the chrome's embrace.
An unsellable thirst, a violent trust,
to stare into the abyss and hold your place!
The thunder of the pistons drowns the pain,
a liturgy of iron and of flame.
We ride the edge where asphalt turns to prayer,
the only truth these burning wheels can bear!

Let the engine roar our shattered hymn!
We are the storms that break the morning's skin!
Through rain and ruin, through the screaming blade!
The unsellable fire no coin can trade!
(魂のみは売らざりき)
We race the dawn until the debt is paid!

The pistons sigh... the downpour starts to fade...
A silent victory... the ghost of night is swayed...
No gold, no crown, no trophy in the mud...
Just the echoing thunder of our blood.