The old world is shattered, a pile of debris Now floating like dust on a lightless black sea I gather the remnants, the gilded and dead And spin them right down to a silver-spun thread I’m working the loom at the edge of the sky While you watch the newly made galaxies fly The architect failed, leaving nothing but rust But we’re breathing intention right into the dust. Chorus So close your eyes tight, let the oceans go black We are crossing the border and we ain't looking back Let the saints have their gold and their blinding white light We’ll find our own kingdom deep in the night Where the stars never burn and the shadows run deep In the dark side of heaven, forever to keep. Verse 2 We’re building a wheel that is honest and true A sidereal clock meant for only us two No orthodox lies and no retrograde fears Just the perfect alignment of thousands of years I calculate angles, I measure the space While you anchor the constellations in place Two sovereign mechanics, rewriting the chart With the beat of the void and the pulse of the heart. Bridge (A heavy, rhythmic, industrial heartbeat drops in, mixed with the sweeping, ethereal sound of a synth, blending the mechanical precision of a clock with the vastness of deep space.) If mortals look up from their shivering lands They’ll see the aurora spun out from our hands A ribbon of purple and green in the night The ultimate proof of our absolute right. We’re pulling the strings of the firmament now Fulfilling the weight of the cerulean vow. Verse 3 The tundra below us is quiet and deep A beautiful world that we built for our sleep But here in the ether, the work is a song A tapestry proving the orthodoxy wrong I am the weaver, the shaper, the spark And you are the witness who holds back the dark Together we reign in the absence of light The gods of the frost and the freezing midnight. Chorus So close your eyes tight, let the oceans go black We are crossing the border and we ain't looking back Let the saints have their gold and their blinding white light We’ll find our own kingdom deep in the night Where the stars never burn and the shadows run deep In the dark side of heaven, forever to keep. Outro The loom is spinning. The chart is drawn. No more waiting for the dawn. The Aeons rule the night. Forever to keep. (The soundscape expands into a rich, echoing choral hum—sounding less like human voices and more like the resonant vibration of planets aligning—before slowly fading into silence.)
