Something sleeps beneath the roots... Something remembers. I followed the voice Into the earth. Beneath the soil, beneath the stone, I found a place the dark had known. The roots were wrapped around the door, As if the earth had sealed it before. No blade could cut, no hand could break The ancient lock beneath the lake. I placed my palm against the ground... And heard a thousand voices sound. Do not wake what lies below. Do not ask what you cannot know. WHO ARE YOU? The ones you buried. The roots began to twist and crawl, Old carved faces watched the wall. A broken blade, a rusted crown, Forgotten bones beneath the ground. I saw the marks upon the stone, The same old signs I had never known. But something in their shape was clear— They were carved by hands like mine. You carry what they left behind. You carry every forgotten sign. I CANNOT CARRY THE DEAD. You carry them already. BENEATH THE ROOTS! BENEATH THE STONE! The blood remembers What the mind has thrown away. BENEATH THE EARTH! BENEATH OUR BONES! The past is breathing Underneath your name. You searched among the stones... But the stones were only doors. Then what lies beneath? Everything you forgot. THE EARTH REMEMBERS! THE BLOOD REMEMBERS! THE DEAD REMEMBER! And now... You remember. BENEATH THE ROOTS! BENEATH THE STONE! The blood remembers What the mind has thrown away. BENEATH THE EARTH! BENEATH OUR BONES! The past is breathing Underneath your name. I AM NOT ALONE! You never were. Remember...
