Knife in the Dark

[Intro: Whispered, layered] Closer… Closer… It’s calling… [Hook: Breath Chant — rhythmic, driving] Drawn in— Close the gap Feel it— On the path Drawn in— Close the gap Feel it— Don’t look back [Verse 1: Nazgûl — unified, hunting] No more names, no need to call Signal strong, we feel it all Carried close, it burns the air— We don’t see, but we know it’s there High ground taken, circle tight Wait for dark, move at night Patience thin, the pull too strong— It’s been lost for far too long [Verse 2: Hobbits — tension breaking] Fire low but it don’t bring heat Something moving beyond our sight, in reach Every shadow stretch too far— Like they know exactly where we are Blade in hand but it feel too light Air go still in the middle of night Then they there—no sound, no sign— Just a pressure crossing every line [Hook: Breath Chant — faster] Drawn in— Close the gap Feel it— On the path Drawn in— Close the gap Feel it— Don’t look back [Verse 3: Clash — fragmented] [Presence] Yield it… [Frodo] Stay back— [Presence] You can’t— [Frodo] Not yet— Blade come down but it pass through slow Like the moment stretch before the blow Cold hit deep, not skin but through— Something breaking into view [Bridge: Frodo — slipping] Can’t feel— Where I stand— Half gone— Half in hand— See them clear— More than before— Not like men— Something more— [Hook: Warped — distant and close] Drawn in— (closer now) Close the gap— (almost there) Feel it— (it’s inside) Don’t look back— [Verse 4: Flight — pursuit] Run that line, don’t stop for breath Every step just ahead of death Hooves behind but they never tire— Like they feeding off that fire Water ahead but it don’t feel safe Nothing does when you feel that trace Voice cut through—sharp and near— “Keep moving forward, they follow fear” [Frodo — fading] Hard to move, hard to see Something pulling out of me [Verse 5: Break — the flood] River rise like it got a will Crash down hard, then everything still White noise wash every shadow thin— Sweep the dark where it almost been Shapes get lost in the breaking wave Not destroyed—but delayed, held, saved What was close now forced apart— But it left its mark on the heart [Outro: Fading, hollow] Still feel it… Still there… Still calling…