(Intro: Ethereal, shimmering guitar delay. The sound of wind through dead leaves. A distant, rhythmic metallic thud—like a heartbeat or a drill.) (Verse 1 - Low, melodic grit) The surface tension breaks on a mirror made of glass Through the groves of the Arician, we watch the shadows pass A thousand years of silence held in a silver vein Now the iron tooth is hungry, thirsty for the rain We’re treading on the lilies, we’re tearing at the root In the valley of the Crescent, searching for the fruit. (Pre-Chorus - Intense, building tension - Shouts) THE GROVE IS TREMBLING! The priest is waking from his sleep! THE BRANCH IS BENDING! The secrets that we shouldn’t keep! You’re staring at the goddess while she bathes in white But the hounds are getting restless in the pale moonlight! (Chorus - Wide, soaring melancholic clean vocals) Oh, Lady of the Hidden Lake, don't let the water spill We’ve pierced the eye of Nemi with a cold, kinetic will The white clay is a shroud for a fever yet to bloom A Trojan pulse of winter to fill the empty room Is this the great transition? To wash the world in frost? The temple’s open, the guard has fallen, and every soul is lost. (Verse 2 - Fast, chaotic Post-Hardcore style - High-pitched screams) 354... The circle meets the line! The stars are shifting places to a design so malign! The imperial hunger, the adrenaline of stone Reaching for the marrow, reaching for the bone! But the pale one holds the balance, the friction in the dark One puncture in the vessel will leave a global mark! (Bridge - Heavy, dissonant Breakdown - Slow and crushing) (Screams) BURIED IN THE SEDIMENT! (Drums: Double bass kick madness) AN ANCIENT BREATH RELEASED! WE SAW THE NAKED TRUTH! NOW THE DOGS... WILL FEAST UPON THE BEAST! (Blegh!) (Outro - Clean, fading vocals over a somber, lonely melody) The artificial senses fail Behind the lunar, silver veil. The seventh petal hits the ground Where no one hears the viral sound. Back to the clay... Back to the deep... Where only the Moon can keep... Her secrets... (Final feedback fades into the sound of a closing vault)
