[Intro – strong vocal entry with distant violins and bells and a loud tambourine] They danced around forgotten graves, Their shadows were long, like burnt prayers. The tambourine laughed… and then fell silent. ⸻ [Verse I – gothic, deep male vocals, heavy breathing suddenly gypsy, dancing violins atmosphere of evening gypsy party] I found her near the ash tree, With eyes like twilight and a heart freed. She sang of winds that once knew fire, Of hearses, of lost desire. A ruby tear on her sleeve — She smiled, but did not ask to leave. ⸻ [Chorus – strong, orchestral, with gypsy swirling violins and deep vocalist's voice] O dance, flame, under the sky, Where even angels fear to fly! A voice like smoke, a step like sin — The night begins where dreams grow thin. Whispers from a glowing veil… They tell of a love too fierce to fail. ⸻ [Transition – slower, vocal echoes, strings] She wore the night on her skin, And sang of loss and those inside. Not gypsy blood, but the wine of sorrow — A soul that burned beyond time. ⸻ [Verse II – faster, swirling tempo, drums and weak tambourine] She disappeared when the bells returned, But in the leaves longing burned. The scarf remains, still warm from the breath, Smelling of secrets, life and death. ⸻ [Last chorus – full of gypsy influences, violins, bells, tambourine rising with passion and gothic intensity] Oh, dance, flame, between the stones, Where none may pass, but none walks alone! A tale half sung, a step taken back – Disappeared with the setting sun. Whispers from the veil of embers… They are carved in ash and never fade. ⸻ [Outro – quiet whisper with fading violin] She said, “Don’t follow the flames… unless you’re ready to burn.”
