[Verse 1 – 0 to III] The Fool walked first—young Matt with wandering stride, his pockets full of maybes, nowhere left to hide. The Magician followed, keeper of keys and doors, a smile that knew the shape of hidden floors. The High Priestess Mara kept dreams by riverstone, her moonlit eyes revealing what was never shown. Then came Elara, Empress crowned in silent grace— the abbey’s breath obeyed her shadowed face. [Pre-Chorus] Stand still… don’t breathe… the veil grows thin. The circle wakes. The World pulls in. [Chorus] O World unseen— you bind the paths where souls have been. Through mist and fire, through loss and word, all roads return unto the Ridge above the Ridge, and every voice is heard. [Verse 2 – IV to VII] Nø Klebb, the Emperor, ruled by granite will, his silence shaping every law he’d never spill. Pastor Moth, Hierophant of dusk, stitched faith and ruin in a chapel’s husk. The Lovers June and Nolan, bound yet torn— two haunted hearts by brume and longing worn. Then came the Chariot: the red old truck, grey-shadowed driver, herald of fate and luck. [Pre-Chorus] Lean close… don’t speak… the ridge tilts down. The past returns— without a sound. [Chorus] O World unseen— you weigh what hearts refuse to mean. From emperor’s law to lover’s vow, you carve the truth inside the now. Through Snokwal’s breath, through brume’s design, their steps are yours, their fates are mine. [Bridge – VIII to XIII] Sheriff Rowe, cold Justice walking straight, his badge a scale that never bends to fate. The Night-Bent Thing, once human in the wood, now hunts the dark where none but madness stood. The Wheel turned stag—fallen yet alive, its vanished corpse still turning who survives. Mara Elliot bore Strength in quiet hands, steadfast amid the fears she understands. The Hanged Man walked the fourth floor’s endless spin, where ceilings fall and floors begin. And Death—Room Seventy-Seven’s double door, one key, two fates, one self no more. [Chorus – wider] O World unseen— you breathe between each breaking scene. You take their names, you turn their days, you press their sorrow into maze. Through dead and lost, through fear and flame, they slip, they rise— yet you remain. [Verse 3 – XIV to XX] Temperance sang in velvet rooms at night, Julee’s voice a lantern soft with light. The Devil smiled in Shepard’s secret shop, where every wish became a tightening knot. The Tower rose—Snokwal Hotel of storms, its shaking walls reshaping human forms. The Star shone bright in Lucy’s gentle care, her kindness stitching hope into the air. The Moon danced pale as Lady Three in sway, her rooftop grief still guiding souls astray. The Sun burned warm in Whitecrest’s silver beam, projecting truth through reels of dust and dream. Then Judgement rang—the Phone with ghostly tone, where every caller meets themselves alone. [Final Chorus] O World unseen— you hold the cards, the space between. From Fool to Phone, from dust to star, you keep their stories where they are. The lost, the broken, the ones who stay— you breathe them all, then fade the day. [Outro] When all is drawn and all is done, the Ridge remains— the many, one. [Outro] When all is drawn and all is done, the Ridge remains— the many, one.
