[Intro] [Ambient Drone Section] [Verse 1] The wind does not arrive — it was already here Before the trees existed — before the atmosphere Tasmania receives it — without resistance — cold The gale does not distinguish — young from old It moves through what remains of standing things Through hollow trunks — through rotting understory rings The wind is not a visitor — it owns this place The forest only borrowed — temporary space [Static Wall Break] [Verse 2] I stood inside the gale — and felt the self erode Each layer stripped — each certainty — each code The wind does not acknowledge — what it passes through It simply moves — and leaves — and always knew That everything solid — is temporary shelter The wind predates — all order — all helter And when the structures fall — the gale remains Indifferent — continuous — without chains [Dark Ambient Passage] [Verse 3] The hard wind asks nothing — expects no reply It does not grieve the things beneath its sky The Tasmanian gale — older than human cold Has no investment — in what it is told (the wind) (was here before) (will be here after) (nothing else) [Outro]
