[Intro – The first remembrance Timeless stillness. Melancholic yet full of hidden hope. Suspended strings, distant e-bow guitar, subtle resonances and long breaths. No pulse. No urgency. The silence itself carries memory.] What we call falling was only the beginning of remembering. [Verse 1 – The descent: Deep, intimate unique baritone. Almost spoken. Low strings move like slow breathing beneath the voice. Every phrase feels ancient, carrying the quiet weight of incarnation rather than despair.] We fell into depth from light our bodies turned heavy, dense broken-winged angels our wings torn out from the root We once had Eden we once had the world we moved without weight without knowing the word for captivity [Ocean: Weightless calm. Water becomes memory itself. Gentle, transparent textures. Time dissolves. The music floats between earth and sky without seeking either.] [Freedom itself:The first pulse appears. Restless cello ostinatos slowly begin turning like the wheel of earthly life. Tension grows from repetition, not volume. The music feels bound, yet something deep inside refuses to surrender.] The ocean rolled beneath us calm, smiling… and that same ocean rolled within us gentle, still, at peace we once held infinity in our hands and still we longed for elsewhere [Restless strings, expressive e-bow guitar] Freedom itself we traded for captivity we chose the fall and the endless turning cycle we let go of each other’s hands and the fall broke the memory of unity [[How many lives:Everything withdraws. Bare voice. Faint harmonics. The question hangs in silence. Vulnerability becomes stronger than power.] How many lives are left? How many lives? I ask myself while feverishly searching for the trace of my wings [Swarm strings, rising tension, guitar takes the lead] Fallen angels fallen angels, this is what we are fallen, broken-winged captive birds yet the heart keeps calling louder [The ember: A hidden spark awakens. Expressive electric guitar answers the voice with restrained melodic phrases. The heartbeat slowly becomes audible. Hope arrives quietly before anyone notices it.] Somewhere deep I still smell the smoke of ash the ember ignites again dawn awakens and we awaken with it freedom is calling louder [The awakening: Organic tribal pulse grows naturally from the heartbeat. Human voices begin joining one by one. The music expands through connection instead of force. Earth itself begins to breathe with the people.] We return we shine through sky and earth our light burns through the world we will not be captives anymore unity is calling its voice is calling [ The stars descend:The expressive lead guitar finally unfolds in fearless melodic freedom, with soaring bends, singing sustain and emotional storytelling. Heavy strings are no longer restless—they become wings. The wordless choir embodies humanity remembering itself as one living family. The climax is joyful, untamed and radiant. Not an escape toward heaven, but the stars awakening through human hearts. The final silence feels like the beginning of a new world.] we see each other again we feel the shared light our wings are growing the final call has sounded the phoenix has awakened [Last moment: the whole music suddenly falls into complete silence. A single deep human breath. silence.. .. a deep, powerful sentence: "we are here!".] We are here!
