[Intro] A muffled bell rolls over barren night, Black mists uncoil and swallow the last light; Whispers converge—an unseen net pulled tight, A silent citadel shakes in the shadowed night. [Verse 1] Iron shackles fall while unseen filaments weave and sprawl; The drooping curtain, pitch-black, swallows stars beneath its pall; The codes turn ash—on wintered winds they crumble cold and fall; A thousand trembling mouths remain—only voiceless sobs befall. [Chorus 1] A giant hand veils heaven—an eclipse that blots out light; The bell-shock snaps; its dying peal keeps circling through the night; Blank gravestones bear no names, they glaze our silence into white; Truth lies interred—only the shadows chant their dirge to night. [Verse 2] In mid-air, broken pinions quiver, thinly whispering; An unfinished song drops headlong into endless deepening; The fissures murmur low, submerging all the final ringing; Night folds its wings around the world, binding all to stilling. [Chorus 2] The giant hand draws tight; the puppets dance on hair-fine strings in gloom; The firelight gutters out; the pupils swaddled under heavy gloom; The earth hums low and long, yet no one’s left within the room; Only the shadows wail and wither, turning finally to doom. [Bridge] A score of masks lie shattered, leaving fracture-lines alone; In every throat lies hidden a cold, dark blade of iron—unknown; Tears tumble down and spatter pitch-black dust and midnight stone; The giant hand grinds all—doors close, without an answering tone. [Final Chorus] A giant hand may shade the sun—yet not a candle’s light; However long the night may run, it can’t unmake the heartbeat’s rite; Let melody be chiseled into rock while ages take their flight; Let darkness stand as witness—truth will never lose its light. [Outro] Beneath the ash, a fevered coal still smolders at the core; Within the abyss the echo loops, becoming corridor; When giant hands are dust, when black veils burst to sparks that pour, Truth comes again, unbars the bolts, and passes every door.