(Verse I) In the hush before the heartbeat fades, shadows whisper names the world erased. Lips that once trembled with unsung truth now echo down halls where silence grew. A final plea hangs heavy in the air— a ghost of sorrow, a fractured prayer. (Pre-Chorus) And every tale the darkness stole still claws its way through fractured bone. (Chorus) So raise your voice for the forgotten souls— the ones the night devoured whole. Their lullabies were graves of ink, their dreams undone at the edge of the brink. We sing the words they never spoke, we breathe the fire from their smoke. This is the hymn the dead composed— an eulogy for the forgotten souls. (Verse II) There are rooms where screams still bloom, locked behind the velvet gloom. Broken hearts beneath the floor, and blood-stained truths behind each door. The past is a lantern losing light, but their shadows march into the night. (Pre-Chorus) For every fate the darkness chose, the final verse still overflows. (Chorus) So raise your voice for the forgotten souls— the ones the night devoured whole. Their lullabies were graves of ink, their dreams undone at the edge of the brink. We sing the words they never spoke, we breathe the fire from their smoke. This is the hymn the dead composed— an eulogy for the forgotten souls. (Bridge – Screamed/Whispered Alternation) Buried breaths… beneath the stone… Ink-stained bones… still pleading home. Tear the veil… let echoes rise… Let the dead look through our eyes. We are the choir of the lost— their voice reclaimed, no matter the cost. (Final Chorus – Heavier, Layered Screams) So raise your voice for the forgotten souls— your howl will stitch what darkness stole. Their final sighs still haunt the ink, their broken dreams still bleed the brink. We sing the words they never spoke, we bear the weight of their unknown. This is the hymn forever told— our eulogy for the forgotten souls.
