[Intro - single sustained string, barely there] Something I cannot name has been calling
Verse 1
I have never feared the dark before, I was the dark I have never doubted what I built before, I built the architecture of the fall But there is something running red beneath the silence in my chest A warmth I cannot smother and a pulling I cannot suppress
Pre-Chorus
A thread. Crimson. Mine. Not from the throne, not from the curse, from somewhere older than the design
Chorus
I break the potions, one by one I watch the cauldron crack and run I burn the throne, I throw the crown I tear the whole cathedral down I bleach the dress I built my dark around I don’t come out pure, I come out lost But something out there knows my name And I don’t think we’re the same
Verse 2
Every relic of the ritual, every artifact of spite Every instrument I sharpened to keep distance from the light I leave them smoking at my feet, I leave the coven cold I cannot carry who I was if I am going toward the road
Pre-Chorus - more urgent
The thread. Crimson. Pulls. Not from the throne, from somewhere breathing, somewhere full
Chorus
I break the potions, one by one I watch the cauldron crack and run I burn the throne, I throw the crown I tear the whole cathedral down I bleach the dress I built my dark around I don’t come out white, I come out raw But the thread is pulling, I have no choice I follow a face I think I saw
Bridge
I have been the dark for so long I forgot there was a before I have been the raven circling something I cannot name The dress won’t come out white, I know But if I walk it toward the dawn then maybe light will find me on the road
Final Section - stripped, barely melodic
I burned the throne I threw the crown I bleached the cloth, I tore the altar down
I am going somewhere I have never been I am going toward a face I know I’ve seen
Outro - single syllables, barely spoken, then silence
To see my sister?