[Intro - 4 bars only, piano pulse + rising strings + distant synth, drums enter on bar 3, intimate female vocal immediately, no long pause] Some people look into the sky and only see the stars. But you look up and wonder: What if there's a story waiting there? [Verse I - driving melodic guitars, steady drums] You build your worlds from fragments of ideas, From music and shadows, from fire and light. Dead stars awaken and speak once again, Ancient machines march into the night. You dream of a queen made of metal and flame Who still remembers a flower in ruins. And even when war has devoured everything, Somewhere inside it a soul still remains. One moment β a battle, the next β just a joke, An immortal warrior is pouring some tea. Where everyone else only notices darkness, You smile and say: Let's add something warm. [Pre-Chorus - rising strings, toms, stronger vocal] Maybe this world never existed, Maybe no one else can see. But if you remember it clearly, Somewhere it already breathes. [Chorus - full orchestra, guitars, choir, powerful drums] YOU CREATE WORLDS THAT NEVER EXISTED! You give them a name, a voice and a fire! Where music can thunder above orbital wars, Where even immortals can take a day off! YOU CREATE WORLDS β LET EVERYONE TALK! Call them inventions, illusions or dreams. As long as you're willing to build and imagine, YOUR GALAXIES KEEP LIVING ON! [Verse II - faster groove, playful energy] Today there is thunder and armies at war, Tomorrow Ksun studies a glass of wine. A Cryptek is arguing, the Monolith's dead, And somehow an Ork brings flowers instead. You make ancient enemies laugh for a moment, Give warring planets one evening of peace. And even the coldest and darkest of space Can suddenly feel like a place called home. A place to get tired, a place to be strange, Where ancient machines are allowed to have doubts. Where even the strongest and deadliest armor Can't hide what the heart still remembers about. [Chorus - bigger, playful break, then full power] YOU CREATE WORLDS THAT NEVER EXISTED! From engines and music, from starlight and smoke. The choir climbs higher than planets and moons β Then someone cries: Cryptek, where is my blanket?! YOU CREATE WORLDS β THAT'S PART OF THE MAGIC! They never were meant to have only one shade. Let darkness be funny, let silence have music, Let something kind burn in the coldest of places. [Bridge - pulse continues, no full stop, piano + synth + low drums] Maybe that's why you keep telling stories. Not because you want to escape from what's real, But sometimes you simply want to discover What else this impossible world could become: Stranger. More beautiful. Funnier. Wilder. Warmer. More human. More alive. [Build - drums grow, strings climb, choir enters gradually] And when everything suddenly gets too quiet, You'll look at me and say: Let's make another song. Machines come alive. Green lights ignite. The curtain rises. The story begins again. [Verse III - strong cinematic drums, faster guitars] You don't have to follow somebody else's road When you can invent a new path of your own. Let millions of finished and comfortable worlds Wait patiently somewhere outside of the door. You'll choose the blank one where nothing exists, An empty stage and the very first chord. Then one little question cuts through the darkness: What if we tried doing it this way? Suddenly β cities. Suddenly β fleets. Ksun Bakir is calling somebody again. And under the roar of impossible engines, A perfectly ordinary jasmine still grows. [Final Chorus - massive orchestra, double drums, choir, triumphant peak] YOU CREATE WORLDS β LET THE UNIVERSE HEAR! Let dying stars fade β we'll kindle new fire! Let armies keep fighting for who should be right, You'll give them a thousand new mornings and nights! YOU CREATE WORLDS β SO KEEP CREATING! Beautiful! Funny! Dark and insane! Where terrible eternity still knows how to love, Where even cold metal remembers a name. And someday somebody may ask you: Why do you need all these galaxies? You'll look at them once and simply reply: BECAUSE I CAN. [Finale - drums stay underneath, guitars soften, piano returns] Not every story has to change the whole world. Sometimes one evening is more than enough. A smile. One line that remains in your memory. A reason to build something wonderful again. And then you'll say: Let's make another one. [Outro - short, piano + choir + strings, no long fade] As long as ideas keep appearing, As long as we still want music and stories, The emptiness will never stay empty. Because where others see nothing β you see an entire world.
