The Word Is Known

Post Punk, Disco Rock, Dark Synthpop, Space Rock, Ambient Cyberpunk Drone

STUDIO

# THOSE WHO KNOW

[Intro — low, distant]
Root under root,
Stone under stone,
He went below
And went alone.
Coil within coil,
Bone under bone—
He carried a name
He would never bring home.

[Verse 1]
He came alone without a flame,
And gave the gate his given name.
The winding roots withdrew below
And made a road no lamp could show.
At every turn, a skin was shed;
At every door, he joined the dead.
Until beneath the root-bound throne,
He stood unmasked, unnamed, alone.

[Pre-Chorus]
No blade could buy it,
No book could show.
The god bent near—
The roots bent low.

[Hook]
The word is known
To those who know
The serpent keeps it
Far below
The word is sealed
The mouth is stone
The word is known
To those who know

[Verse 2]
Two serpents wound around the god:
One watched the grave, one watched the seed.
One drank his breath, one weighed his blood,
And one heard every hidden need.
The god leaned close; no lips were shown,
Yet in his blood the word was sown.
It moved like roots beneath the ground—
A seed of meaning without sound.
He learned the word no throat could own
And felt it flower through his bones.
He knew what waits, what dies, what grows—
He knew the thing that no one knows.

[Hook]
The word is known
To those who know
The serpent keeps it
Far below
The word is sealed
The mouth is stone
The word is known
To those who know

[Bridge — gradually intensifying]
They found him kneeling at the gate,
His open eyes still fixed below.
They called his name—he did not turn.
They asked him what he came to know.
He opened once.
He opened twice.
A hiss moved softly through the stones.
A pale root flowered at his feet
And wound its stem around his bones.
“Speak the word.”
He tried to speak.
“Speak the word.”
His breath ran slow.
“What did you hear?”
He shook his head.
“What is your name?”
He did not know.

[Breakdown]
The name was lost.
The word remained.
The man returned,
But not the same.
The name was lost.
The word had grown.
His breath was sealed.
His mouth was stone.

[Final Hook]
The word is known
To those who know
The serpent keeps it
Far below
The word is sealed
The mouth is stone
The word is known
To those who know
The root remembers.
The dead still know.
The seed lies sleeping
Far below.
The man is gone.
The word lives on.
The serpent coils.
The mouth is stone.

[Outro — whispered]
Root under root,
Stone under stone—
He knows the word,
But not his own.

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# THOSE WHO KNOW [Intro — low, distant] Root under root, Stone under stone, He went below And went alone. Coil within coil, Bone under bone— He carried a name He would never bring home. [Verse 1] He came alone without a flame, And gave the gate his given name. The winding roots withdrew below And made a road no lamp could show. At every turn, a skin was shed; At every door, he joined the dead. Until beneath the root-bound throne, He stood unmasked, unnamed, alone. [Pre-Chorus] No blade could buy it, No book could show. The god bent near— The roots bent low. [Hook] The word is known To those who know The serpent keeps it Far below The word is sealed The mouth is stone The word is known To those who know [Verse 2] Two serpents wound around the god: One watched the grave, one watched the seed. One drank his breath, one weighed his blood, And one heard every hidden need. The god leaned close; no lips were shown, Yet in his blood the word was sown. It moved like roots beneath the ground— A seed of meaning without sound. He learned the word no throat could own And felt it flower through his bones. He knew what waits, what dies, what grows— He knew the thing that no one knows. [Hook] The word is known To those who know The serpent keeps it Far below The word is sealed The mouth is stone The word is known To those who know [Bridge — gradually intensifying] They found him kneeling at the gate, His open eyes still fixed below. They called his name—he did not turn. They asked him what he came to know. He opened once. He opened twice. A hiss moved softly through the stones. A pale root flowered at his feet And wound its stem around his bones. “Speak the word.” He tried to speak. “Speak the word.” His breath ran slow. “What did you hear?” He shook his head. “What is your name?” He did not know. [Breakdown] The name was lost. The word remained. The man returned, But not the same. The name was lost. The word had grown. His breath was sealed. His mouth was stone. [Final Hook] The word is known To those who know The serpent keeps it Far below The word is sealed The mouth is stone The word is known To those who know The root remembers. The dead still know. The seed lies sleeping Far below. The man is gone. The word lives on. The serpent coils. The mouth is stone. [Outro — whispered] Root under root, Stone under stone— He knows the word, But not his own.

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