[Intro — bitter wind / fire / immediate low pulse] You haven't changed a thing. I never would. It's not the place. It never was. [Verse 1] Same blood moon, same bitter wind Same fire burning low Same iron in the wall Where we left it I brought the wine, you touched my face I stood inside our memories Waiting to feel something Our memories are our future too. [Mini-Hook] DO YOU STILL HAVE IT IN YOU? Don't tell me what we were. Show me. If the old language remembers us— Speak. [Verse 2 — pulse building] We talked of wars, guilt and sorrow We fail, we hurt, we argue But we never gave up. Never? Never. Then prove it. Do you still have it in you? For you—always. I want more: More touch, more heat More damage, more surrender. Can you match it? I don't know. But I trust you. You'll need more than that To make me stay. [DROP — music cuts] I went down onto my knees Kissed your toes, kissed your ankle Lowered my eyes. Mistress— I'm not interested. [TOTAL SILENCE] [Verse 3 — heartbeat snaps back] For one second You watched it hit me. That old fear, that old ache One heartbeat lost Because you still knew Where to put the blade. Then you smiled And pulled me against you. Ah, my darling. I was testing Whether I still had it in me too. You had me. For an instant— You fucking had me. [Build] You can make me beg Cry, suffer, love you Play me like an instrument Until nothing remains but truth. [Chorus — driving] THE OLD LANGUAGE Never died It waited underneath us In my mouth, on your skin In the way your body answers You command—I answer. I tremble—you know why. THE OLD LANGUAGE Make me remember With my body. [Verse 4 — intimate / accelerating] I kissed your thighs Rose slowly on my knees You caught my hair, lifted my face Made me breathe against your skin. Not warm enough. Has space made you colder? Your finger touched my mouth. I took it between my lips Until you shivered. Warmer. But I like it humid too. So I put my tongue against your clit Taste, breath, lips, heat. I pressed myself against your skin And suddenly there was nothing historical about us. [Build — overlapping voices] No museum. No ghosts. Your hand in my hair. My mouth tasting your need. My sex against your knee. Your breath breaking. One command. One answer. One shiver at a time. [DROP] SERVE ME. Yes. CONVINCE ME. Yes. SHOW ME. I am. MORE. Take it. THE OLD LANGUAGE HAS RETURNED. [Bridge — rising rapidly, NO RESOLUTION] Then I understood: My body answered yours Before thought. Your command became my movement. My surrender became your hunger. I feed from what you serve me. I need you to take it. We both are needed. THIS IS THE SECRET— [IMMEDIATE FINAL CHORUS — full drums, no pause] THE OLD LANGUAGE NEVER LEFT US It slept beneath the years Under anger, under absence Under everything we feared You can make me beg Cry, suffer, love you Play me like an instrument Until every false note dies I can still make you lose your breath Still make your hands remember THE OLD LANGUAGE Not memory. Not fantasy. Not then— NOW. [OUTRO — sudden collapse] All that starts shall remain. You're tired, love. Close your eyes. What if it was all a dream? There are living dreams. Sleep now, angel. It wasn't a dream. I know the taste of you too well. I have all the heat I need Right here in my arms. [whisper] The old language remembered us.
