[Intro] [Lute plucked irregularly; hurdy-gurdy moans low; rain imagined in the silence] The sky split wide, but no prayer was heard, I mouthed the names, but the gods gave no word. [Verse 1] [Lute steady; drum slow like distant thunder] I knelt in the mud where the bodies lay, I begged for dawn, but the night would stay. My hands were red, my breath was torn, The rain just laughed where the faith was sworn. [Verse 2] [Fiddle scratches faintly; drone thickens] The priest had promised the light would come, That steel would bend when the hymn was sung. But the rain fell cold, and the fire died, And the names I called were crucified. [Verse 3] [Lute bare; voice closer, almost whispering] I saw no hand from the sky descend, No angel spoke, no wounds would mend. Only the storm, and the bitter clay, And the gods stayed drunk while we rotted away. [Bridge] [Drum heavy; fiddle shrieks like wind; drone surges] If heaven lives, it keeps no score, It counts no blood, it guards no door. The rain runs clean, but it leaves the stain, There are no gods in the drowning rain. [Outro] [Lute fades, one last broken strum; tavern silent] So I drink to the storm, for it answers the same… With silence, with water, with nameless shame.
