[Intro] Black robe, cold stone, the hour bends They turn the wheel where the world’s path ends [Verse 1] In the abbey beneath the drowned bell tower Black-robed keepers count each stolen hour Ink on the scroll runs backward through the years They fold the map of fate and feed it fear A monk draws circles where the clock hands meet The winter blooms beneath a summer street They shave one second from a newborn’s cry Then plant a crooked century in the sky Their hidden altar drinks the turning day While every honest season slips away They call the nameless presence from below A crown of ash, a mouth of endless snow The stars lose order; rivers climb the wall The dark thing stirs, too vast to heed their call But far beyond the gate a child was marked With dawn held steady in a world gone dark [Chorus] Black robe, break the hour Bind the gate, deny their power Chosen one, stand and see Send the dark beyond the sea Black robe, the circle falls Day returns beyond these walls [Verse 2] He crossed the pass where all the pathways split With iron resolve and a lantern lit The monks struck once; he stepped through the blow He moved where stolen moments could not go Their clocks ran wild, their corridors curled He kept one true beat beneath the world He named each lie the order hid in stone And cracked the seal they’d guarded as their own The altar buckled, the great door sighed The waiting shadow poured through the tide He drew the mark that broke their measured spell And drove the presence past the edge of hell The black-robed circle scattered in the dawn Their twisted calendar unmade, withdrawn The chosen one stood where the bells rang clear And gave the living back their rightful years [Chorus] Black robe, break the hour Bind the gate, deny their power Chosen one, stand and see Send the dark beyond the sea Black robe, the circle falls Day returns beyond these walls [Bridge] One breath held fast One true road home The wheel turns on The dark goes alone [Outro] Bells through the valley, the first light is born The stolen years return with the morning horn No robe can command what the living restore The sealed dark sleeps beyond time’s locked door
