[INTRO – whispered harmony] soft wings… no sound… no sound… no sound… eyes like winter glass… watching… watching… [VERSE 1] The treeline bends when the night grows thin, and the Silent Owl drifts where the cold begins. Feathers like ash from a long‑dead pyre, gliding through the dark with a breathless choir. low harmony: He sees… he knows… the paths no mortal follows… [PRE‑CHORUS] Branches tremble though the wind stands still, shadows lean in with a patient will. Your pulse is a lantern he can hear from afar, a flicker in the void beneath a hollow star. [CHORUS – layered, eerie] The Silent Owl calls with a voice unheard, a harmony stitched from the ghost of a word. No cry, no screech, just a cold‑toned vow— you’ll never hear him coming… but he’s watching you now. echo: watching… watching you now… [VERSE 2] He circles above where the frost takes hold, a sentinel carved from the marrow of old. Talons like runes from forgotten stone, marking every soul that walks alone. low harmony: He waits… he waits… for hearts that hesitate… [BRIDGE – haunting harmony swell] Hush your breath, don’t break the air, he moves in silence everywhere. A choir of wings with no refrain, a lullaby carved from ancient pain. whispered counterline: No sound… no sound… but he’s all around… [FINAL CHORUS – colder, more spectral] The Silent Owl sings without a single tone, a harmony born from the dark unknown. If you feel the night lean close somehow— it’s not the wind that touched you… it’s the owl. echo fading: the owl… the owl…
