Verse 1 (Primary Voice) Hark, ye mortals, to the clock’s fell chime, Its hands do twist through ages yet to come. What was, what is, now shifts in faithless rhyme, The thread is torn, time’s weave undone. The past doth bleed where future’s steps intrude, A king unthroned, a battle never won. The stars themselves forget their ancient feud, The thread is torn, time’s weave undone. Secondary Vocals (Ethereal, distant voice, as if from a shattered timeline) O fleeting shade, what hast thou wrought? The moments slip, their anchors bought. Verse 2 (Primary Voice) A maiden’s laugh, once lost to winter’s frost, Now blooms anew where summers never fade. Yet shadows creep where new paths bear a cost, The thread is torn, time’s weave undone. The scribe rewrites what fate had carved in stone, A lover’s vow now dust, by choice unspun. The world remade, yet none shall stand alone, The thread is torn, time’s weave undone. Secondary Vocals (Ethereal, growing insistent) Who dares to pull the skein apart? Each knot undone breaks heart by heart. Bridge (Primary Voice, slower, with weight) Beware the hand that bends the hour’s arc, For every shift doth rend the soul’s own mark. A choice to save may damn the light to dark, The thread is torn, time’s weave undone. Secondary Vocals (Overlapping, chaotic, as if multiple timelines cry out) We are the echoes, lost and spurned! Our fates unwritten, never learned! Verse 3 (Primary Voice, rising to a crescendo) O reckless heart, that dares to rewrite time, Thy will doth shake the heavens’ ancient drum. Yet who can say what glory or what crime? The thread is torn, time’s weave undone. Sing, ye fates, of worlds that might have been, Of loves restored, of wars that never come. The loom lies still, yet none shall know its end, The thread is torn, time’s weave undone. Secondary Vocals (Fading, mournful, as if retreating into the void) O fleeting shade, thy work is done. Time frays, yet still the stars will run. Outro (Primary Voice, soft and resolute) So tread with care where time’s thin veil is worn, For every step a new world may be born. The thread is torn, time’s weave undone.
