[Intro] (Atmospheric wind, soft crackle of stone, distant haunting hum) [Verse 1] Moon‑blue shadows gather where the old stones breathe, And the forest holds its secrets in the cold beneath. I hear the quiet calling from the moss‑grown shrine, Like a memory forgotten but still tangled with mine— A doorway in the dark where the lost align. [Chorus] Silver threads of vapor rise from roots below, Tracing paths of patterns only ghosts could know. Oh, the threshold flickers, a static in the air, Take a step to nowhere, or find the answer there. ... or find the answer there [Verse 2] Fingertips on granite, rough with age and lime, Feeling out the pulse of a different kind of time. The canopy is sighing, a heavy, hollow sound, As secrets start to splinter from the frozen ground. What was locked in iron is breaking in the light, A pale and quiet burning in the middle of the night. [Bridge] It’s not a tomb, it’s a tether, Binding every "then" and "now" together. Don’t look back to the tree line, Don’t look back to the shore, You aren't the same person Who walked through the door. [Verse 3] The ferns are bowing low beneath a weight I cannot see, As the vapor turns to velvet, wrapping 'round the ancient tree. There’s a hum within the marrow, a vibration in the bone, Echoing the language etched into the weathered stone. I’m a shadow in the clearing, I’m a ripple in the glass, Watching centuries of silence as they shiver and they pass. [Chorus 2] Silver threads of vapor rise from roots below, Tracing paths of patterns only ghosts could know. Oh, the threshold flickers, a static in the air, The forest pulls its curtain, and leaves me standing there. It's a doorway in the dark where the lost align, A memory forgotten, but forever tangled mine. [Outro] Where the old stones breathe... (The forest knows) Where the lost align... (The cold beneath) Just a memory forgotten... Tangled with mine... Tangled with mine (Fade out into forest silence)
