🎵 Lyrics
Not doors… Not paths… Between the breaths of the world… They open… They bloom where no hand calls them forth In stone, in air, in living growth A wound of light, a folded seam Reality forgets its dream No key was forged, no lock was made No price agreed, yet tolls are paid They come, they fade, they leave no trace But every age bears their mark and face Gates between the breaths of time Drawn in spell and flawed design They open wide, they never ask What enters whole, what leaves as past An age of light, a hundred years Then silence stretched for thousand fears Each turning tuned to blood and form One song answered by the storm Elves by grace, then others still Worlds aligned to hidden will Last the children forged of clay Who named the sun and learned to stay Designed… Focused… Called… But never closed… Something slipped… Something waited… Now wise ones pale and charts grow thin The air tastes wrong, the night digs in Marks appear where none should be Claws in bark, warped geometry They speak of horns, of ash, of flame Of hunger clothed in thinking names If truth is seed and fear the rain What answers now the calling strain? Gates between the breaths of time Sing again their broken rhyme What was shaped to bring forth life Now answers teeth and ancient spite Not born of chance… Not born of gods… Hands too bright… Reached too far… Gates still stand where none remain Circles drawn in loss and gain If this was meant, then meant by whom? If broken—what escaped the room? The world remembers… The makers do not answer…