[Verse I – Gregorian chant-style, male chorus] Fog upon the river’s breath, Whispers born in Tower’s death. Time walks slow where silence grieves, Truth is ink on trembling leaves… [Bridge I – Female voice, distant and ethereal] (Under gaslight eyes, we roam…) (Names and faces not our own…) [Chorus – Layered voices, monastic and majestic] London times, in shadow bound, Souls like pages, lost then found. Through the rain, the bells still cry, We live, we fade, we testify. [Verse II – Baritone solo, low and haunting] Steel and sorrow, soot and prayer, Ghosts still breathing Camden air. From smoke to screen, the tales survive, Even stones remember lives… [Bridge II – Female vocals, harmonizing in whispers] (Down below, the clocks still spin…) (Futures written deep within…) [Final Chorus – Full choir with ambient synth swells and thunder rolling in the mix] London times, etched in the grime, Moments lost in crooked time. We are echoes, we are signs, Living myths in London times… [Outro – A single bell tolls. The choir fades. Rain falls steadily. Synth hums like a held breath… then silence.]