Générateur de voix IA His par Fish Audio

Dawn breaks like shattered glass across the mountains. Warriors gather in circles of stone, their shadows long as winter tales. The air tastes of frost and prophecy. Here, where eagles nest in thunder, the old songs still echo between earth and sky.

Did you know that Christmas has a dark side in Austria?

Behold this accursed artifact, wrought in blasphemous antiquity and steeped in malevolent power. Its weathered surface whispers tales of forgotten horrors, while its mere presence corrupts the very air around it. In my foolishness, I've unleashed something far beyond mortal comprehension.

The scratching started three days ago. At first, it was just in the walls, barely audible. But tonight, it's different. I can hear it moving across the ceiling, right above my bed. And now... now it's stopped directly overhead.

Behold the gallows, ancient wood stained with countless tales. Each rope bears witness to final breaths, final words. The crowd gathers like ravens, their whispers a dark hymn. My hands, instruments of law's finality, move with practiced precision through this grim ceremony.

Dawn broke over the longhouse as warriors gathered in the training yard, their breath visible in the crisp morning air. Shield walls formed as the thud of wooden practice weapons echoed across the frost-covered ground, while servants prepared the morning meal in the great hall.

Siehst du das alte Haus am Waldrand? Seine Fenster sind blind, doch manchmal, in mondlosen Nächten, flackert dort Licht. Die Dorfbewohner sprechen von Kinderlachen hinter verfaulten Mauern. Aber diese Kinder... sie verschwanden vor fünfzig Jahren. Horch... war das ein Klopfen?

There once was a man from hummmm, he danced through the mist, missed his way, kissed the day. He whispered so soft and slow, watching shadows grow. There once was a man from hummmm, singing songs none could know.