Through the silence, through the stone, A voice whispers, not my own. It calls me from the hollow deep, A secret buried, long asleep. It stirs the ground beneath my feet. A truth I’m not prepared to meet. Come closer, closer, hear the sound, The ancient pull that drags me down. Beneath the sky, beneath the flame, It calls to me by name. The shadows hum, concealed in mist. It pulls me deep, I can't resist. Through the air, the trembling trees, A shiver, winds upon the breeze. The stars have eyes, the moon has teeth, And still, I follow underneath. The night is heavy, thick with doubt. But there's no turning back now. Come closer, closer, hear the sound, The ancient pull that drags me down. Beneath the sky, beneath the flame, It calls to me by name. The shadows hum, concealed in mist. It pulls me deep, I can't resist. A voice so old it bends the air, It weaves a promise, cold and rare. The darkness sings a sweet despair. Deeper still, where no light shines, You'll find the answer, past the line. Where fear and love and silence meet, The truth is waiting in your heartbeat. Follow… and Fall... It pulls me deep. I can't resist. ...and fall.
