[Intro: Distant chants, warped synths, and hollow echoes fading in] Ash in the roots, blood in the stone, Ciphered in whispers, marrow and bone. Hands in the dirt, something’s alive, Speak in the fire, see what survives. [Verse 1: Murky synths and stuttering hi-hats, vocals raw and urgent] Smoke coil, black lung, hush in the trees, History a grave and the earth disagrees. Names etched deep in the veins of the land, Buried in salt where the shadows expand. Night got teeth and the river runs thick, Every ghost here got a hand in the trick. Wade in the mud where the old gods bled, Tell me who whispers when the sky turns red. [Chorus: Thundering bass, layered distorted vocals] Crows in the wheatfields, marking the line, Tell me who’s watching, reading the signs. The bones stay restless, the truth won't sleep, Blood in the soil, it’s buried too deep. [Drop: Glitchy beats collide, distorted bass pulses with dissonant choral samples] [Verse 2: Frenetic, aggressive flow, lyrics laced with cryptic imagery] Moss on the grave like a crown for the damned, Rot in the roots where the pale hands stand. History hums through the cracks in the tomb, Rattle and hiss from the jaw of the moon. Spit black sermons in the wind-blown dusk, Hymns carved deep in the rust and the dust. Ivory teeth gnaw the borders away, What do you see when the sky turns grey? [Bridge: Slow, eerie interlude with whispered vocals and deep pulsating drones] Veins like rivers, walls like stone, Somewhere it lingers, claiming its own. [Final Chorus: Climactic, chaotic layers of synths and vocals overlapping] Crows in the wheatfields, marking the line, Tell me who’s watching, reading the signs. The bones stay restless, the truth won't sleep, Blood in the soil, it’s buried too deep. [Outro: Melancholic guitar plucks with distorted echoes, vocals fading out] Ash in the roots, blood in the stone... Ciphered in whispers, marrow and bone...
