The Bone Collector

[Verse 1] I walk through the mud with a crown of bone, ribcages locked in the forks of my antlers. Skulls knock together with every step not trophies, just the weight the forest left behind. Nothing shifts. Nothing falls. I keep it all. [Pre-Chorus (Grunts)] TAKE. KEEP. CARRY. END. [Chorus] I am the Bone-Collector Stag. I lift what died so nothing rots alone. Heavy steps, heavy breath I carry every end I find. [Verse 2] Wolves part when I pass. Even the oldest trunks lean still. I remember where each bone came from the creekstone, the hollow den, the place where breath ran out. I bear it all so the forest stays in order. [Pre-Chorus (Grunts)] BONE. FLESH. GONE. MINE. [Chorus] I am the Bone-Collector Stag. I walk the cold where loss has no footsteps left. I take what living things drop behind and lock it into silence. Heavy steps, heavy truth the forest stays clean through me. [Bridge (spoken growl / low)] I don’t judge. I don’t choose. I carry what remains until the world is even. [Breakdown (Grunts)] I TAKE WHAT ENDS. I HOLD WHAT STAYS. I AM THE LAST. [Final Chorus] I am the Bone-Collector Stag, slow but never late. I bring the forest peace by holding what cannot rise. Heavy steps. Heavy breath. I bear the last of everything.