[Verse 1] [Eerie Zhaleika] The room is cold, the shadows crawl and bend A drop of blood to mark where I depend You stand behind me, breathing ash and smoke My trembling fingers caught inside your yoke I wrote my dreams on the rotting wood I called you Nitka, though I never should Now golden mist flows straight into my spine Your heavy iron chains are locking mine [Chorus] [Hypnotic bassline hits hard, echoing female vocals] Nitka, Nitka, I am dancing on your string I called you once, now you are my everything You are my rope, you are my lifeline Knotting your darkness deep into mine The fabric is tearing, the parchment is bare And I am completely threadbare when you are not there [Verse 2] [Harsh traditional fiddle loop, ghostly overblown flute] The legends were written in ink and in gold A story of silence, of power untold With eyes like the embers of a dying fire You pull on the spirit, you never grow tired I try to remember the person I was But the world is a blur, and it's only because Each step that I take is a step you decree A shadow of ancient times moving through me. [Chorus] [Heavy slow breakbeats, deep sub-bass] Nitka, Nitka, I am dancing on your string I called you once, now you are my everything You are my rope, you are my lifeline Knotting your darkness deep into mine The fabric is tearing, the parchment is bare And I am completely threadbare when you are not there [Bridge] [Beat drops out, haunting balalaika loop plucks and whispered vocals] "Nitka" means thread, and you've sewn up my heart Stitched us together so we’ll never part Pulling me tighter, I sway to your beat The dirt of the crossroads beneath my bare feet A spirit of legend, my king without throne I follow the path, and I’m never alone [Instrumental Breakdown] [Heavy breakbeat, layered with a distorted, fast-plucked balalaika solo in a minor key] [Chorus] [distorted bass, haunting echoing chorus] Nitka, Nitka, I am dancing on your string I called you once, now you are my everything You are my rope, you are my lifeline Knotting your darkness deep into mine The fabric is tearing, the parchment is bare And I am completely threadbare when you are not there [Outro] [Beat fades out, leaving only an eerie, echoing vocal over a single ambient drone] Dancing on your string... Just a thread in your hand... Nitka... Never let me go. [End]
