The Horizon’s Edge

Symphonic metal, gothic metal, opera female voice, screaming voice, so groovy drums

(Verse 1)
The embers fade to grey beneath the hollow moon,
A silent oath whispered in a dust-filled room.
The maps are frayed, the ink is pale and old,
But stories aren’t worth much until they’re told.
I leave the warmth of hearth and steady ground,
To seek the secrets that do not wish to be found.
(Chorus)
Beyond the gates where the silver rivers bend,
I’ll walk the road that never seems to end.
With a heart forged in iron and a spirit like the gale,
I’ll write my name upon the stars, though I may fail.
For the thrill of the climb and the sting of the spray,
Is the only price a soul like mine will pay.
(Verse 2)
The mountain’s breath is cold against my skin,
A dialogue with ghosts of where I’ve been.
There is a fever in the rhythm of my stride,
With nowhere left to run and nowhere left to hide.
The sky is bleeding gold above the peaks,
The very language that my restless spirit speaks.
(Verse 3)
I carry faces in a locket made of tears,
The laughter of the ones I haven't seen for years.
They begged me stay, to choose the quiet life,
To leave the heavy sword and end the constant strife.
But there’s a drumbeat underneath the earth,
That tells me what this lonely life is worth.
I love them still, but the wind is my only kin,
And the race is won before the games begin.
(Bridge 1)
They ask me what I find in the dark and the deep,
In the shadows where the ancient terrors sleep.
I tell them: I find the man I was meant to be,
When the only thing between the world and death is me.
(Bridge)
My boots are heavy, my lungs are burning fire,
Wrapped in the chains of my own wild desire.
Is it madness, or a vision of the truth?
To trade the comfort of my home for wasted youth?
No—every scar is a map of where I’ve grown,
A kingdom built on foundations of the unknown!
(Chorus)
Beyond the gates where the silver rivers bend,
I’ll walk the road that never seems to end.
With a heart forged in iron and a spirit like the gale,
I’ll write my name upon the stars, though I may fail.
For the thrill of the climb and the sting of the spray,
Is the only price a soul like mine will pay.
(Outro)
The horizon calls, a ghost I can’t outrun.
The journey ends... where it has just begun.
Just begun.
Across the edge... I’m coming home to the unknown.

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© [2026] [bamboo and sparrow/bas777/ onchang] All Rights Reserved. (Verse 1) The embers fade to grey beneath the hollow moon, A silent oath whispered in a dust-filled room. The maps are frayed, the ink is pale and old, But stories aren’t worth much until they’re told. I leave the warmth of hearth and steady ground, To seek the secrets that do not wish to be found. (Chorus) Beyond the gates where the silver rivers bend, I’ll walk the road that never seems to end. With a heart forged in iron and a spirit like the gale, I’ll write my name upon the stars, though I may fail. For the thrill of the climb and the sting of the spray, Is the only price a soul like mine will pay. (Verse 2) The mountain’s breath is cold against my skin, A dialogue with ghosts of where I’ve been. There is a fever in the rhythm of my stride, With nowhere left to run and nowhere left to hide. The sky is bleeding gold above the peaks, The very language that my restless spirit speaks. (Verse 3) I carry faces in a locket made of tears, The laughter of the ones I haven't seen for years. They begged me stay, to choose the quiet life, To leave the heavy sword and end the constant strife. But there’s a drumbeat underneath the earth, That tells me what this lonely life is worth. I love them still, but the wind is my only kin, And the race is won before the games begin. (Bridge 1) They ask me what I find in the dark and the deep, In the shadows where the ancient terrors sleep. I tell them: I find the man I was meant to be, When the only thing between the world and death is me. (Bridge) My boots are heavy, my lungs are burning fire, Wrapped in the chains of my own wild desire. Is it madness, or a vision of the truth? To trade the comfort of my home for wasted youth? No—every scar is a map of where I’ve grown, A kingdom built on foundations of the unknown! (Chorus) Beyond the gates where the silver rivers bend, I’ll walk the road that never seems to end. With a heart forged in iron and a spirit like the gale, I’ll write my name upon the stars, though I may fail. For the thrill of the climb and the sting of the spray, Is the only price a soul like mine will pay. (Outro) The horizon calls, a ghost I can’t outrun. The journey ends... where it has just begun. Just begun. Across the edge... I’m coming home to the unknown.

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