"Whisper the name the ancient stones still keep, and shatter every truth they want us to fear" We spoke the words when the moon was torn, beneath the arch of the dying cedar Now every dawn we wish we weren't born, as we follow the spectral leader the air grows heavy when our eyes meet, a pressure sinking down into the chest every moment is a slow deceit, a hollow answer to an ancient test the cost is known. We are the ones who tasted the rust, from the chalice that demanded a price bound by a truth made of bone and dust, trapped in this mirrored, shivering ice the salt of the earth, the shadow we wear, is the key to the lock we can't undo it's not a fight, it's a silent despair, that only I and the dark heart of you knew. We trace the symbols on the frosted glass, and watch the future slowly disappear a fragile hope that never came to pass, replaced by a constant, spectral fear the thread we pulled, the knot we tied, the memory hidden in the floor there is no outside place to hide, we are forever knocking on that bolted door. The promise lingers. We are the ones who tasted the rust, from the chalice that demanded a price bound by a truth made of bone and dust, trapped in this mirrored, shivering ice the salt of the earth, the shadow we wear, is the key to the lock we can't undo It's not a fight, it's a silent despair, that only I and the dark heart of you knew. When the velvet night demands its due, and the clock refuses to move its hand we whisper names the wind once blew, to try and truly understand they told us silence was a kind of grace, but silence holds the things that haunt us here we burn the past to light this shadowed place, and face the secrets that have kept us near. Whisper the name... Shatter the truth... It's you and I... ...Who finally understood the fear. ...There is no undoing...
