Sing Me Low

[Intro – humming / folk chant] (low drone, wind, distant frame drum) Mmm… hey ya… hey ya… [Verse 1] Cold earth under broken feet, Silver moon, no gods to meet. Blood and ash on elder stone, I walk this path alone. Mother sang of softer days, Fire warm and gentle ways. But steel was taught before my name, And silence before flame. [Pre-Chorus] The forest knows, the ravens too, What we lose to make it through. [Chorus] 🌿 Oh sing me low, sing me slow, Of rowan red and winters old. When monsters wear a human face, We choose the blade, we pay the price. 🌑 Oh sing me true, sing me bare, No saints are waiting anywhere. Just ash and oath and fading light, And one more fight into the night. [Verse 2] Salted bread and bitter wine, Hands that shake but never lie. Charms of bone around my throat, To keep the darker spirits close. Every village knows my tread, Coins are paid, then prayers are said. They shut their doors, they bless my name, And curse me all the same. [Pre-Chorus] The old songs ache, the young ones burn, All things given never return. [Chorus] 🌿 Oh sing me low, sing me slow, Of wolves that howl where north winds blow. When mercy cuts too deep to hold, We harden hearts, we grow cold. 🌑 Oh sing me true, sing me bare, No crown, no fate, no answered prayer. Just scars that hum beneath the skin, And sins we’ll carry to the end. [Bridge – spoken / chant-like, Slavic folk feel] (female voice, rougher, close mic) “Not hero. Not monster. Just what’s left… when the song is done.” *(folk vocalization: “hey ya… hey ya…”) * [Final Chorus – stronger, ritualistic] 🌿 Sing it low, sing it slow, Let the old world hear us go. If dawn should find me still alive, I’ll sharpen steel — and try again. [Outro – humming, fading] Mmm… hey ya… (wind, distant strings)