Intro (Hand drums, rattles, low drone) Listen. The ground remembers. Verse 1 (Whispered, measured) Before the roads cut the earth apart, Before the names were burned in ink, The land kept secrets in its chest, And asked us only one thing— Do not forget. You call them myths, you call them lies, You build your homes above their eyes. But every hill knows what you did, Every river learned to wait. Pre-Chorus (Low chant, rising) What is buried still has teeth. What is hidden still must breathe. Chorus (Call-and-Response, Ritualized) We keep the stories you fear to know, We guard the wounds beneath the stone. Not every truth was meant to rise— Some are chains. Some are knives. We stand where the old blood runs, Between the world and what sleeps undone. Verse 2 (Deeper, darker) You dug too deep and named it fate, Called it progress, sealed the gate. You fed the dark with stolen ground And prayed it wouldn’t make a sound. We heard it shift beneath the dirt, Felt the spiral coil and hurt. You asked us why we never sing— Because some songs unmake everything. Pre-Chorus (Echoed, layered) Every bargain leaves a scar. Every secret knows where you are. Chorus (Heavier, Drums Intensify) We keep the stories you fear to know, The price of fire, the shape of oaths. Not every truth brings healing light— Some bring hunger. Some bring night. We stand at the edge of what’s begun, Between the world and the serpent’s tongue. Bridge (Spoken, Warning Tone) This is not about guilt. This is about balance. You don’t open every door. You don’t speak every name. You don’t wake what you cannot feed. Breakdown (Drums Drop Out → Low Chant) Remember. Remember. Remember what you sealed. Verse 3 (Quiet, Resolute) We are not saints. We are not clean. We chose the weight you’ve never seen. Someone had to hold the line, Someone had to say not yet. If the world still turns at dawn, It’s not because the danger’s gone. It’s because we’re still here— Listening. Final Chorus (Slow, Massive, Final) We keep the stories you fear to know, So the sun can rise, so the rivers flow. Not every truth deserves the sky— Some must sleep So we survive. We stand where the old paths run, Between the world and what must never come. Outro (Rattle, Single Voice) The ground remembers. So do we.
