(intro - spoken word) "Before the fire, before the climb, There was a break in the vine…" (Verse) In the blood-red dusk of the motherland, Shadows moved with open hands. One stayed low, one reached high — One looked forward, one watched the sky. (Verse) Roots tangled in forgotten names, Silent gods played ancient games. A fracture whispered through the trees, A choice made not in words, but knees. (Chorus) We were brothers on the edge, Clinging to the bone and ledge. But a silence fell between the calls — One would walk, and one would crawl. (Bridge) The rift was not a scream, But a drifting in a dream. Two paths from the cradle torn, In silence, the future was born. (Outro - spoken whisper) "One would sing… and one would scream."
