I.B.S. - Mysteries of the Ancients

✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☄︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𓇼 ✦ Interstellar Blues Syndicate ✦ 𓇼 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☄︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☄︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𓇼 ✦ Mysteries of the Ancients ✦ 𓇼 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☄︎ ⋆⁺₊ © 2026 CC BY-NC 4.0 Darek Stargazer 🌐 [suno.com/@darek_stargazer] ✍️ Lyrics: Darek Stargazer Playlist: https://suno.com/playlist/d620008d-bf49-444b-babf-6438e2261a28 FULL VIDEO: https://youtu.be/CfqYUiYhXFw?si=8fTNz39Az9xLQX00 ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ 🎶 Wir haben eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten aufgebaut. 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ [Intro] "Long before we named the stars..." "they were already watching..." "Not gods. Not ghosts...." "Just… watchers...." "Left behind: a groove in stone..." "a hum in the air that won't die...." "We call it empty...." "They call it home..." "And sometimes—when the wind stops—" "you feel it." [Verse 1] Under the hill where the soil's too thin, a slab of stone won't let the light through, Lines cut deep—too straight for wind, too old for rain to ever undo. The stars above look like old scars, a map we never asked to read, They hang there—cold, no light, no bars, just holes where something used to bleed. [Pre-Chorus] "Not a voice." "Not a word." "Just… pull." "Like the sky's got fingers." "And they're gentle." [Chorus] We walk on glass that's older than our names, We walk on glass that's older than our names, Footprints in dust that never learned to fade, Mysteries of the ancients—faint in the grain, A low drone when the wind dies out, unmade. [Verse 2] The dust on the slab still holds a shape, a curve that mocks our fragile tools, It waits—no wind, no rain, no escape, just time that carves the same old rules. a blur moves where no light should fall, a line that bends the eye, not the sky, We trace it once, we trace it all— and suddenly we know: we never die. [Pre-Chorus] "Not a shadow." "Not a trace." "Just… pressure." "Like the stone remembers." "And we don't." [Chorus] We walk on glass that's older than our names, Footprints in dust that never learned to fade, Mysteries of the ancients—faint in the grain, A low drone when the wind dies out, unmade. [Bridge] The stone never speaks, it only aligns, slow as a tide we forgot how to see, Turn the right angle—just once in time— and every star looks back at me. [Final Chorus] We walk on glass that's older than our bones, Footprints in dust that outlive every name, Mysteries of the ancients—cut in the stone, A quiet pull that no one learned to tame. We breathe in halls that waited in the dark, Our fragile lights scratching their endless dome, Mysteries of the ancients leave a mark— a distant hum that calls the lost ones home. [Outro] "We thought the ruins were empty…" (just wind) "We thought the sky was blind…" (old signal) "But the silence was listening…" (still there) "And the stone…" (waiting) "...remembered us first." (always did)