[Ad-libbed throughout] Intro: [low hum, wind through cracked stone, distant chant.] In the hush where time forgets itself… A candle flickers, then dies… Something older than names is watching… And it doesn’t speak. Chorus: [slow, heavy, like thunder rolling backward.] The wheel turns. The serpent coils. No light, no sound—just the endless dark. A voice rises, then fades, then rises again… We are the echo. We are the flame. Verse 1: A shape moves in the wet black— Teeth and water, no eyes, no mercy. Wind cuts through, sharp as a blade, Carrying whispers no one can name. Walls breathe, shadows grow taller, Something is built, something is torn. Chorus: [slow, heavy, like thunder rolling backward.] The wheel turns. The serpent coils. No light, no sound—just the endless dark. A voice rises, then fades, then rises again… We are the echo. We are the flame. Verse 2: The floor drops. Silence swallows. No day, no night—just the void’s breath. A single note strikes, then splits— The dark remembers, the dark forgets. Eyes open in the dark, then close. You’re not alone. You never were. Bridge: [half-time, almost a whisper, building.] Turn back once. See the fangs. They weren’t yours. They were mirrors. The cold is kind. The silence is home. You walk out, and the world stays still. Verse 3: Cards glow on the altar— Not faces, just shapes. A sound like rain on bone, A chant you almost know. The temple is yours, But the door stays locked. Guitar Solo: [slow, mournful, then wild—like a storm trapped inside a cave. No melody, just feeling. 45 seconds of raw, dark electricity.] Chorus: [final, massive, almost a scream.] The wheel turns. The serpent coils. No light, no sound—just the endless dark. A voice rises, then fades, then rises again… We are the echo. We are the flame. Outro: [echoes, fading, then nothing.] The dark remembers… The dark forgets… The wheel… turns… [single deep bowl strike. Silence.]
