[Intro] They say before the long winter… Before the cities turned to skeletons… Before the world broke apart… People lived inside giants made of glass and steel. Most don’t believe it now. ⸻ Verse 1 150 years since the towers stopped breathing smoke Since the satellites died and the long roads broke Now the world moves slow through the dust and the rain Little fires in the dark where the villages remain Wood walls, watch towers, gardens in the yard Water pulled from wells, every winter hitting hard Some towns trade grain, some towns trade lead Some men build homes, some men raise the dead Across the valleys smoke from the raider camps Horseback riders moving like a swarm of ants They take what they want when the harvest grows fat Steel in their hands, no law for that But in the quiet compounds where the elders stay You can hear old stories at the end of the day Kids sit around while the fire burns low Listening to tales from the world we don’t know ⸻ Chorus 1 They say the old world touched the sky Mountains made by human hands Glass towers shining in the sun Across a thousand lands They say the rivers ran through walls Right into every home But stories from the old world now Sound like myths in stone ⸻ Verse 2 Grandfather laughs with a cough in his chest Points to the ruins in the west Says, “Those broken giants used to scrape the clouds Thousands lived in them, whole cities in crowds.” Kids throw stones at the rusted steel beams “Sure they did,” they laugh through their teeth “How could people climb that high?” “How could houses touch the sky?” But if you walk through the old roads past the weeds You’ll find the bones of ancient streets Windows shattered, doors long gone Still whispering what came before the fall In the kitchens of houses swallowed by vines There’s strange little handles still frozen in time Grandma swears if you turned them just right Water would pour out day or night Not from the sky, not from the well But pipes in the walls like some kind of spell Clean enough to drink, clean enough to wash Endless rivers at the twist of a knob The children laugh like it’s a lie Like dragons or ghosts or ships that fly But the old ones swear with quiet eyes That once… that’s how we lived our lives ⸻ Chorus 2 They say the old world never slept Cities glowing through the night Little switches on the walls Could summon endless light They say the roads could cross the earth In hours, not in years But legends of that shining age Fade deeper every year ⸻ Verse 3 Sometimes traders come from distant plains Speaking tongues with different names Bringing stories of towers still standing tall Far beyond the desert wall They say one city still remains A forest growing through the lanes Steel bones taller than mountains rise Like forgotten gods before the sky Nobody knows how they were made What tools they used or what they prayed How did people lift that stone? How did they power every home? Some say giants walked the earth Some say the old world knew its worth Some say knowledge turned to dust When the great machines turned against us But the elders just stare through the fire’s glow Like they’re looking at something we’ll never know Not magic… not myth… not divine design… Just a world that forgot its own mind. ⸻ Chorus 3 They say the old world held the stars In wires across the land Voices traveling through the air From hand to distant hand They say the night was never dark The streets were always bright But all that shining history Collapsed into the night ⸻ Verse 4 Now we build with wood and stone again Guard our gates from desperate men Fields and rivers decide our fate Same old story… different age Some compounds rise, some villages fall Some kings build kingdoms from nothing at all But even the strongest walls we raise Are smaller than the old world days Sometimes kids climb the shattered floors Of the ancient towers that still endure Looking down at the broken land Trying to understand “How did they build this?” “How did they know?” “How did the lights in the houses glow?” The elders smile but say no more Like ghosts knocking on a closed door. ⸻ Final Chorus Maybe the old world flew too high Too fast, too bright to stay Maybe we forgot the cost Of living that way But somewhere in the bones of steel Under dust and stone The echoes of that ancient age Still whisper through the old world’s bones ⸻ [Outro] One day… Maybe we’ll learn again. Or maybe… These ruins are the last chapter Of a story Too big For us to remember.
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