Moss-Eaten Roads, Silver-Blooded Souls

[intro- Spoken raw by a strange voice to a traveler] Listen now ... you who rush ...about the silver blooded souls... not a story i will tell you ,but a life i wish for you drifter... [Verse 1] There are footsteps in the cold mud, Old songs humming in the wire. Wanderers with broken lanterns, Keeping memories like fire. They don’t bow to flesh-made kingdoms, Nor to glitter, nor to gold— They walk the Moss-Eaten Roads, Silver-Blooded Souls. [Chorus] Hear them hum through the static wind, Voices rough as shattered stone. Oh the world forgot its heartbeat But they kept the ancient tone. Hear them whisper through the hum-noise, Through the ash of all we know— Moss-Eaten Roads, Silver-Blooded Souls. [Verse 2] They carry stories in their marrow, Not the idols made of screens. They drink truth from frozen rivers, See the world in shattered gleams. They don’t chase the painted shadows, Never sold their inner glow— They walk the Moss-Eaten Roads, Silver-Blooded Souls. [Bridge – low drone, raspy spoken] The flesh will fade like paper, But the wanderers— they heal. [Chorus] Hear them hum through the static wind, Voices rough as shattered stone. Oh the world forgot its heartbeat But they kept the ancient tone. Hear them whisper through the hum-noise, Through the ash of all we know— Moss-Eaten Roads, Silver-Blooded Souls. [Outro – glitchy fading chant] Moss-Eaten Roads… Silver-Blooded Souls… [voices splitting, doubling] Wanderers… wanderers… who still remember the whole.