Wish us well (Obsidian Fingers)

Counting shadows on obsidian fingers Allegiances dissolved in the black mirror’s kiss These stained digits carve forgotten sigils Cannot number the fracture in the glowing vessel Beyond the veil where sorrow descends as crimson rain A solemn aether holding its forbidden breath Swallowing aeons of unspoken stellar ache Eternal solitaire beneath inverted constellations Yet they shimmer through the static — they wave Armor forged in cold starlight kindness Honest echoes cloaked in luminous veils They extend phantom hands from the other side Pulling threads of the invisible web of fate Whispering ancient codes: there is passage, there is flame, there is the Key They wish me well — veiled in frequencies unknown Can you decode the signal pulsing in the groove? Hip-hop sigils to suture fractured auras Casting blessings like forbidden lunar light It is truth, often cloaked from the uninitiated eye They wish us well… they wish us well… they wish us well… (Ohhh… can you feel the hidden current rise?) You must pierce the mirror of illusion first You must dissolve the thorns that bind the soul You must awaken the dormant serpent cipher within You must see… you must see… you must see… through the veil… you Ritualistic Bridge: (Ashes to ether… dust to flame…) Invoke the hidden current, trace the unseen name (Shadows entwine… veils align…) Awaken the old fire, break the counting chain (Obsidian turns… mirror burns…) Serpent rises silent, through the neon vein (Whispers converge… currents surge…) Fracture becomes the portal, loss becomes the gain (We call… we call… we call the flame…) They wish us well… they wish us well… (Through the static… through the rite… through the night…) See… you… become… the light… Counting shadows on obsidian fingers Allegiances dissolved in the black mirror’s kiss These stained digits carve forgotten sigils Cannot number the fracture in the glowing vessel Beyond the veil where sorrow descends as crimson rain A solemn aether holding its forbidden breath Swallowing aeons of unspoken stellar ache Eternal solitaire beneath inverted constellations Yet they shimmer through the static — they wave Armor forged in cold starlight kindness Honest echoes cloaked in luminous veils They extend phantom hands from the other side Pulling threads of the invisible web of fate Whispering ancient codes: there is passage, there is flame, there is the Key They wish me well — veiled in frequencies unknown Can you decode the signal pulsing in the groove? Hip-hop sigils to suture fractured auras Casting blessings like forbidden lunar light It is truth, often cloaked from the uninitiated eye They wish us well… they wish us well… they wish us well… (Ohhh… can you feel the hidden current rise?) Pierce the mirror… dissolve the thorns… Awaken the serpent… let the veiled fire transform… You must see… you must see… you must see… you (Through the static… through the dream… through the eternal flame…) They wish me well… veiled frequencies… Can you decode… the signal… in the neon blood? They wish us well… they wish us well… (Ohhh… can you feel the hidden tide awaken the old gods?) See… beyond the counting hand of fate… See… the fracture alchemizing into sovereign flame… See… you… the hidden adept…