[Intro] They built the Wall to hold the cold— A crownless line of men grown old With broken swords and eyes like ash They stand where all the lost will pass [Story Verse 1] We are the last to feel the storm A thousand nights without the morn With oath-bound hands, we guard the gate Though none return, we do not break [Bridge] Beneath the snow, the silence grows It sings of things no fire knows [Story Verse 2] I’ve watched the dark behind the trees Heard whispers crawl across the freeze The dead don’t march with sound or flame They walk in shadow, without name [Instrumental] (No lyrics — cello melody and atmospheric textures only) [Final Monologue] So write this tale in stone and wind: The fire dies, the night begins If morning comes, we’ll never see— We are the watchers. Let it be. [Outro] (No lyrics — cello fades, raven cry, and wind dies out)
