Lyrics

[Verse 1 – The Calling]
In the hush of twilight’s breath, they rise,
With woven runes and clouded eyes.
Their voices drift through birch and bone,
Where gods speak soft and fate is sown.

They walk the edge of dream and death,
With ash upon their lips and breath.
The world forgets, but they remain—
The keepers of the storm and flame.

[Pre-Chorus]
Threads of time in fingers worn,
They stitch the dusk, they birth the morn.

[Chorus]
Sing, O seeresses, daughters of night,
Weave the winds with second sight.
Speak the names the stars conceal,
And break the chains the gods would seal.
In shadow’s grace, in silence deep,
They wake the world from ancient sleep.
Sing, O seeresses, fierce and wise—
The fate of kings lies in your eyes.

[Dark Slow Solo]

[Verse 2 – The Ritual]
They gather where the fire bends,
With blood and herbs, the veil they rend.
The spirits come, the dead draw near,
And truth is whispered through the fear.

No blade can cut what they have seen,
No crown can rule the in-between.
They hold the storm behind the veil,
And speak the truths that none unveil.

[Pre-Chorus]
Smoke and song, the runes align,
They walk the path beyond the spine.

[Chorus]
Sing, O seeresses, daughters of night,
Weave the winds with second sight.
Speak the names the stars conceal,
And break the chains the gods would seal.
In shadow’s grace, in silence deep,
They wake the world from ancient sleep.
Sing, O seeresses, fierce and wise—
The fate of kings lies in your eyes.

[Bridge – The Vision]
The wolf shall rise, the tree shall burn,
The wheel shall break, the tide shall turn.
But in the dark, a spark remains—
A voice that sings through ash and chains.

They saw the fall, they saw the flame,
They saw the child who bears no name.
And still they chant, and still they cry,
For truth must live though gods may die.

[Verse 3 – The Legacy]
Now silence holds their final breath,
But echoes stir beneath the death.
Their wisdom lives in stone and stream,
In every oath, in every dream.

So when the night is long and cold,
And fear begins to take its hold,
Remember them—the flame, the thread—
The seeresses who spoke the dead.

[Final Chorus]
Sing, O seeresses, daughters of night,
Weave the winds with second sight.
Speak the names the stars conceal,
And break the chains the gods would seal.
In shadow’s grace, in silence deep,
They wake the world from ancient sleep.
Sing, O seeresses, fierce and wise—
The fate of kings lies in your eyes.