[Verse 1] In the heart of Raakt, where the torches burn low, Two sons return through the amber glow. Ixala, Ekav—warriors grown, But still just blood in a house of stone. Weta’Oma lies with hollow gaze, A chieftain aged by countless days. The hunt is done, the blade laid down, The storm within him starts to drown. [Pre-Chorus] “The sky is wide, my time is near, But the flame lives on—in you, my seer.” His voice is a whisper, sharp and bare, Carried by wind, lost in prayer. [Chorus] One final breath... Carved in wind and dust, A lifetime forged in honor and trust. One final breath... As the sky turns grey, The sun won’t rise the same way. Let the spirits sing his name... Weta’Oma fades to flame. [Verse 2] He spoke of beasts and mountain scars, Of how the tribes once danced with stars. A heart like stone, a will like steel, But even wings must one day kneel. Ekav kneels low, fists to the floor, Ixala silent, eyes full of war. The ground remembers every rite, Every story burned in flight. [Bridge – Instrumental + Spoken Word] "Do not mourn me… the storm has passed. You are the wind now... I was the last." [Breakdown – Crushing Groove + Gritty Vocals] Feathers fall, but roots remain— Born in fire, baptized in pain. One life ends, two flames ignite, New blood rises through the night. No crown. No throne. Just sky to lead— The tribe follows where the falcon bleeds. [Chorus – Repeat with Harmony Vocals] One final breath... Carved in wind and dust, A lifetime forged in honor and trust. One final breath... As the sky turns grey, The sun won’t rise the same way. Let the spirits sing his name... Weta’Oma fades to flame. [Outro – Atmospheric Clean Guitar + Chanting Vocals] Now the circle is made whole— Two wings, one soul. Ixala and Ekav, rise with the dawn... Twin chieftains... the old one gone. One leads the blade. One leads the flame. But both shall fly beneath his name. [Soft percussion fades with wind and distant bird cries.]
