7E. Shiva's Trap

Shiva calls, through the bitter cold, Her presence the ice which land is hold Shiva calls, and I go Vocal style: Male growled/screamed throughout, except where noted [Verse I – ( male spoken/clean, low and reflective)] Shattered stone breaks the ice No ripple, no sound, no wind to entice A fracture yawns where I slipped beneath Into the dark, where silence breathes [Verse II – (full male growled vocals)] I am bound to this vessel, alone Its weight is mine—my curse, my stone Below, where light forgets its name Below, where sorrow sheds its shame [Chorus – (male growled, layered with distant clean harmonies optional)] Descending through the blackened lake I can rest now, I will not wake While I drown without a sound Sinking deep, never to be found [Verse III – (male whispered or clean vocals)] In this stillness I remember The life I wore, a fading ember A story that ended long ago But never knew how far to go [Verse IV – (male growled, drawn and weighted)] Before I reach the frozen floor I breathe — the liquid seals the door My lungs, shocked, begin to freeze And I am too tired to ever leave [Verse V – (male growled/whispered alternating)] I cannot see But my eyes remain free I drift through motionless grief Unnoticed. Forgotten. Beyond belief. Hands of the lost reach from below Souls with a cold, unyielding hold [Verse VI – (male growled, with whispered layers suggested)] The voices soothe, they beckon me “Sink... lay still... become one with me.” Not hope—no life—just stillness now The cold beneath is all I allow Everything I feared it would be Now settles in the heart of me [Chorus Reprise – (male growled, full force)] Descending through the blackened lake I can rest now, I will not break While I drown without a sound Sinking slow, no longer bound [Verse VII – (clean male vocals only)] In my dim final breath, she appears— A shape of beauty carved from frost and thorns Misty eyes, unmoving, Wrapped in white that sways like mist She does not speak. She does not reach. She only waits. And I understand. [Outro – (clean or half-sung male vocals, reverent)] She yearns, her soultaker claims me No struggle. No plea. Only surrender. I am bound within her gaze, Wrapped in her Veil of Winter’s haze. And the world forgets my shame Buried deep in ice, unnamed.