[Verse 1] Something shifts beneath the waves, Not storm nor tide, but what the deep engraves. A hush that breaks without a sound, A shadow slow that stirs the ground. Too vast to name, too old to fear, It passes close, then disappears. [Chorus] Beneath the wake, the silence bends, A force that neither breaks nor mends. It doesn’t look, it doesn’t see, But still it watches endlessly. Not wrath, not rage—just weight and will, A drifting shape the sea keeps still. We disappear inside its night, So small, so brief, so barely light. [Verse 2] No pulse returns from where it moved, Too large for steel or math to prove. The sea forgets, the salt remains— But nothing’s left where it once came. It bears the wounds of ages old, From days when oceans ran ice-cold. We flicker past like scattered rain, Unnoticed by the beast’s domain. [Bridge] Is this what awe was meant to be— A wordless hymn beneath the sea? Not terror, but the quiet fact That we are dust, and this—intact. No hand to guide, no name to pray, Just something ancient on its way… [Chorus] Beneath the wake, the silence bends, A force that neither breaks nor mends. It doesn’t look, it doesn’t see, But still it watches endlessly. Not wrath, not rage—just weight and will, A drifting shape the sea keeps still. We disappear inside its night, So small, so brief, so barely light. [Outro – Submerged drones and sonar-like echoes fading into silence] Slow… gone… deep… drawn… (Stillness)
