The Four That Turn the World. Feat NattÖnskan

[Intro – Whispered / Choir] Hush now… The wheel is turning… ⸻ [Verse 1 – Winter] I am the breath that stills the land White silence in an open hand I close the eyes of field and tree Lay down the world, let it dream in me No heartbeat dares to rise or roam All bones remember where they’re from Sleep, little fire beneath the ground I keep your secrets safe and sound ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] But under snow and frozen skin A quiet pulse begins again ⸻ [Chorus – The Cycle Begins] We are the ones who turn the sky Who make all things be born and die From thawing blood to dying flame We carry life, we carry pain Hear the earth, the ancient call To rise, to burn, to break, to fall No crown, no god, no mortal hand Commands the four that rule this land ⸻ [Verse 2 – Spring] I am the crack in winter’s seal Green violence you can feel I tear the frost from root and bone No grave may keep what must be grown I wake the worm, I split the stone Drag screaming buds into the sun You call me hope, you call me kind I do not ask — I come on time ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Life surges blind, alive, unfair Breathing madness into air ⸻ [Chorus] We are the ones who turn the sky Who make all things be born and die From thawing blood to dying flame We carry life, we carry pain Hear the earth, the ancient call To rise, to burn, to break, to fall No crown, no god, no mortal hand Commands the four that rule this land ⸻ [Verse 3 – Summer] I am the fire crowned in gold The giver, taker, young and old I raise the wheat, I split the ground With thirst I make the forests bow I feed the seed, I scorch the field I show you how abundance feels Kneel to the sun, praise or curse I bless the world — or make it worse ⸻ [Bridge – Autumn] I am the blade that ends the song The gentle righting of the wrong Come gather what the year has made All gifts demand a price be paid Red hands, full barns, a quieter breath Beauty ripened close to death Do not weep — I am not cruel I teach the art of letting go ⸻ [Breakdown – Whispered / Choir] All things borrowed… All things return… ⸻ [Final Chorus – All Seasons United] We are the ones who turn the sky Who make all things be born and die From first green cry to final breath From fire of life to gift of death Hear the earth, the ancient call To rise, to burn, to break, to fall No end, no start — the wheel commands Eternal are the seasons’ hands ⸻ [Outro – Winter Returns] So sleep again, my fragile world In silver sheets, in silence curled When time remembers how to breathe I will be here — to let you sleep