[Verse] The fire’s low, the fields lie bare, Our monuments now swallowed air. The stars we mapped still burn above — But no one names them now with love. [Verse] We rose from roots, from claw and cry, To chase the gods across the sky. And though we walked through flame and flood — We never burned the ancient blood. [Chorus] So what still remains, when the songs grow still? When time unbuilds what thought can’t fill? A breath, a name, a whispered tree — The echo of what we used to be. [Bridge] There in the shadows of the mind, A shape with eyes we left behind. The forest calls in silence deep — A memory we do not keep. [Verse] And maybe that’s the final sign — Not war, nor peace, but a fading line. Between the beast and what we are, We carry both — near and far. [Chorus - repeat, swelling] So what still remains, when the fire cools down? When kings are dust beneath the crown? A hand, a hope, a primal flame — Still burning… but without a name. [Outro - soft ambient drift, layered vocals] We were the forest… We were the flame… We are the silence… What still remains…
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