[Intro – sparse, mournful acoustic picking + distant wind/howling crows, spoken/sung low] The years crawled like worms through bone I followed where her footprints burned No road led back, no dawn returned Only her… only her… [Verse 1 – clean baritone, fingerpicked dread, faint bowed strings] She led me through the ashen vales where rivers run with tar Past villages of bone-white ash beneath a starless scar I drank from pools that tasted of my own forgotten prayers She laughed—a sound like breaking glass in midnight's empty air Her breath is frost on rusted nails, her whisper cracks the stone I carve her sigils in my arms so I am never alone The crows now call me brother, the wolves avert their eyes For I have walked too long inside the circle of her lies [Chorus – slow half-time crush, huge sustained chords, layered growl/clean] Her shadow ate the moon, boys, and left the night in shreds She stitched my soul with spider silk and wore it round her neck No grave can claim the man who loves the flame that burns him dead Her shadow ate the moon… and I still crawl inside her bed [Verse 2 – heavier, dragging riff enters, cello groaning low] The children born of our embrace have eyes like cooling coals They sing in tongues of sulfur while the winter eats their souls I rock them in my splintered arms beneath a weeping sky And tell them tales of mercy—then watch the light leak from their eyes She wears my ruin like a veil, my screams become her crown Each dawn she drinks my yesterday and pours the dregs back down I beg the saints for silence; they answer with her name Now every bell that tolls for me just calls her home again [Chorus – even slower, massive sustain, harmonized despair] Her shadow ate the moon, love, and poisoned every star She carved her gospel in my veins with teeth of black briar No cross can save the pilgrim chained beneath her endless war Her shadow ate the moon… and I still beg for more [Bridge – near-silent, folk-tale spoken delivery over single acoustic notes + faint rain] They whisper in the taverns now of the man who sold his shade Who traded breath for brimstone kisses and a bed of blackened jade Some say she's mercy's opposite, some call her end of days But I know truth: she's hunger wearing woman's gentle face [Final Chorus/Outro – full crushing weight, then slow decay to near-nothing] Her shadow ate the moon, darlin', and swallowed every prayer She bound my wrists with midnight rope and left me drowning there No light will find these hollow lands where endless night holds sway For her shadow ate the moon… and I am what remains… I am what remains…
