Beneath Crimson Skies Dark gothic progressive rock — haunting, cinematic, poetic and emotionally powerful. Verse 1 Beneath crimson skies, the ravens descend, Where broken beginnings meet forgotten ends. The moon wears a veil of a thousand regrets, And the earth keeps the secrets that time can’t forget. Black roses are growing through cracks in the stone, Their roots drink the sorrow of those left alone. A cathedral of silence, a kingdom of dust, Where even the angels have forgotten their trust. Pre-Chorus What lies beneath what the eyes perceive? What do we bury, what do we believe? Are we the ghosts of the lives we deny, Or just passing shadows beneath crimson skies? Chorus Beneath crimson skies, where the lost souls wander, Where the truth grows cold and the nights grow longer. We wear our scars like a crown of thorns, Searching for meaning in a world reborn. Beneath crimson skies, where the dark meets light, Who are we becoming in the endless night? Verse 2 The clock has forgotten the hour of our fall, There’s a voice in the darkness that knows us all. Old photographs turn to ashes and grey, While forgotten memories refuse to decay. The mirror reflects what we fear to see, A stranger wearing the face of me. Is darkness a prison or somewhere to hide? Or the other half of the light inside? Pre-Chorus What if the monsters were born from pain? What if the silence remembers our names? What if the answers were never outside, But sleeping beneath what we keep deep inside? Chorus Beneath crimson skies, where the lost souls wander, Where the truth grows cold and the nights grow longer. We wear our scars like a crown of thorns, Searching for meaning in a world reborn. Beneath crimson skies, where the dark meets light, Who are we becoming in the endless night? Bridge – Slow, haunting, almost whispered If heaven is silence, And hell is the noise, Then who are the prisoners And who makes the choice? If time is a circle, And life is a flame, Are we just reflections Playing somebody’s game? And when all the stars have surrendered their glow, Will we recognise the souls we used to know? Instrumental – Dark melodic guitar solo, atmospheric keyboards, pounding toms Final Chorus – Powerful soaring vocals Beneath crimson skies, let the old world fall, We’re nothing but echoes against ancient walls. No crown, no kingdom, no promises remain, Just the truth that survives through the ashes and rain. Beneath crimson skies, let the darkness unfold, Some stories are written but never grow old. And perhaps in the shadows, beyond wrong and right, We discover ourselves in the absence of light. Outro – Clean guitar, distant choir The ravens are silent… The roses are dead… The sky still remembers… The words left unsaid. Beneath crimson skies… Who are we? And who were we… Before the world told us?
