[Verse I] Stone halls lean with a patient strain, Dust drifts slow like a warning sign. Your name stirs faint in the settled air, As if the room has been waiting long. A silent pull beneath the ribs, A weight that knows your lineage well. You step inside the ancient ring, And something old begins to stir. [Pre Chorus] A tremor crawls beneath your skin. It rises through your tightening breath. [Chorus] This relic binds the blood you bear. A mark you never chose to wear. It turns your pulse into a rite. And draws you deeper into its will. [Verse II] Old wars whisper through the walls, Names erased but still alive. You feel their weight behind your spine, A lineage pressed into your breath. The relic stirs with every step, As if it knows the cost you owe. You sense the ones who bore it first, Their silent warnings in your veins. [Bridge] You breathe its name without a sound, A name that never should be known. It answers through your tightening grip, And bends your will into its own. [Final Chorus] This relic crowns the life you lived. Rewrites the oath you thought was yours. It threads its hunger through your pulse. And claims the throne beneath your ribs. [Outro] The room grows still behind your steps, As if it knows you won’t return. The relic hums beneath your breath, And carries you into the dark.
