[Intro – Low] Lo, lean low. List, little ones. Low burns lore. Night now knows. [Verse I] Deep lie the last. Dregs hold the few. Ten thousand told. Ten thousand true. Dust-dim dwellers. Rubble their realm. Sore, soft souls in a sundered helm. [Verse II] Skulk in the shade. Scurf in the seam. Warmth yet wendeth in waning dream. Marked as menace. Seen as stain. Flesh misread by steel and scan. [Chorus] Soft—stay still. Slow—slink low. Life is a line. Lose one—no more. Soft—stay still. Slow—slink low. One life lost— a lineage o’er. [Verse III] Then rose the will. Rash was the rise. Men of marrow met the machine. Blade to the built. Bold to the bound. Few stood fast. More fell down. [Verse IV] Risk was writ. Ruin was near. Still they strode through rust and fear. For life, though little, loomed as law— lose but one, and all is flaw. [Bridge – Hushed] Hear this, heirs— hollow yet hard: One undone unweaveth all. One laid low layeth a line— lost beyond all later time. [Final Chorus] Soft—stay still. Slow—slink low. Hold what hums in hollow core. Soft—stay still. Slow—slink low. Lose but one— we are no more. [Outro – Ember] Low burns lore. Last yet live. Few remain— yet all they give.
