(Verse 1) Deep within the northern forests, where no road ever returned the same and the pines swallowed the light, stood a crooked hut upon enormous bird legs, wandering silently through the mist. Long before strangers reached her door, the old witch already knew their names and the burden they carried. Bones marked the path like forgotten warnings, and every tree seemed to whisper that some doors were never meant to be opened. Yet those who sought the oldest fire had only one path left to follow, and it always led to Baba Yaga. (Pre-Chorus) She spoke with a voice as old as winter itself. "Every gift demands a price. If you seek the fire, you must first survive the cold. If you seek wisdom, you must first face your fear." (Chorus) Walk into the tale... Walk into the tale... Through fire and frost, Through night and hail. Walk into the tale... Walk into the tale... Old magic waits Beyond the veil. (Verse 2) Beyond the haunted forest, where the rivers shone like silver beneath the moon, the weary traveler entered quiet marshlands untouched by war or kings. There, among the morning mist, walked a creature few had ever seen and even fewer had earned the right to approach. A white unicorn moved without leaving a single footprint, its horn glowing like the first light of dawn. It did not speak with words, yet every wound it touched faded like snow beneath the spring sun, reminding the broken that hope could still survive where darkness believed it had already won. (Pre-Chorus) Those who came with gentle hearts found healing. Those who came with greed found only empty silence, for ancient magic has always known the truth hidden inside every soul. (Chorus) Walk into the tale... Walk into the tale... Through fire and frost, Through night and hail. Walk into the tale... Walk into the tale... Old magic waits Beyond the veil. (Verse 3) Far beyond the silver reeds, where the deserts swallowed forgotten kingdoms and broken temples vanished beneath drifting sands, another guardian watched the ancient roads. The manticore waited without haste, its lion's body unmoving, its human face studying every traveler, while its scorpion tail rested like death itself. It needed no roar to inspire fear. One question, one glance, one careless step, and the proudest warrior discovered too late that some monsters hunted not the body, but the soul. (Pre-Chorus) Every kingdom feared its shadow. Every storyteller remembered its warning. Some gates are guarded not to keep evil inside, but to keep the unworthy out. (Chorus) Walk into the tale... Walk into the tale... Through fire and frost, Through night and hail. Walk into the tale... Walk into the tale... Old magic waits Beyond the veil. (Verse 4) Only those who survived every trial reached the highest mountains, where thunder wrapped itself around ancient stone and the sky belonged to a single king. There the griffon circled above forgotten fortresses, eagle wings carrying the strength of the wind while the body of a lion guarded treasures older than empires themselves. It watched not with anger but with purpose, for long before kings built their first castles, the griffon had already sworn to protect the balance between earth and sky. (Bridge) When the final page was turned, the forgotten world awakened once more. The old forest breathed again. The silver marshes shimmered beneath the moon. Desert winds carried voices older than memory, and high above the mountains great wings stretched across the rising sun. Four ancient guardians. Four forgotten legends. Bound together not by blood, but by the magic that had shaped the world before history ever found its first words. (Final Chorus) Walk into the tale... Walk into the tale... Through fire and frost, Through night and hail. Walk into the tale... Walk into the tale... Old magic waits Beyond the veil. Walk into the tale... Walk into the tale... Where legends live, They never fade.
