May 7, 2026

[Verse] Pigment obsidian drips from the night air in tattered wear Onyx shadows march in cadence, cold and fair Ink sinks its claws into the margins of dawn but not for long Burying light, where silent secrets are drawn So nonchalant [Chorus] Pitch black, we breathe in the embered calm Cinders flicker, drawing storms in our arms by wicker basket farms Starlit rivers flow under a velvet loom In this ink-black room, we find our room to bloom While the constellations glow in tune Cimmerian skies spill velvet without sound a silent cry wound down A chorus of echoes halos the ground We wear the night like a cloak of rain Counting dead stars in a windowpane Not much further to gain The blurry panthers wait Evening at the gate Temple to fate Pigment obsidian drips from the night air in tattered wear Onyx shadows march in cadence, cold and fair Ink sinks its claws into the margins of dawn but not for long Burying light, where silent secrets are drawn So nonchalant Pitch black, we breathe in the embered calm Cinders flicker, drawing storms in our arms by wicker basket farms Starlit rivers flow under a velvet loom In this ink-black room, we find our room to bloom While the constellations glow in tune Cimmerian skies spill velvet without sound a silent cry wound down A chorus of echoes halos the ground We wear the night like a cloak of rain Counting dead stars in a windowpane Not much further to gain The blurry panthers wait Evening at the gate Temple to fate Qiejt cimerianë derdhin kadife pa zë, një britmë e heshtur ulet poshtë Një kor jehonash aureolë mbulon tokën Ne e veshim natën si një mantel shiu Duke numëruar yjet e vdekur në një dritare te porta Tempulli i fatit Cimmerian skies spill velvet without sound a silent cry wound down A chorus of echoes halos the ground We wear the night like a cloak of rain Counting dead stars in a windowpane Not much further to gain The blurry panthers wait Evening at the gate Temple to fate Langit Cimmerian tumpah beludru tanpa suara tangis meneng tatu tedun . Paduan suara gema lingkaran tanah . Kita nganggon petenge buka jubah ujane . Ngitung bintang sané sampun padem ring kaca jendela Nenten akeh malih sane pacang kapolihang Panther sane buram punika nyantos [Paduan suara] Sanja ring gapura Pura nuju nasib Pitch black, we breathe in the embered calm Cinders flicker, drawing storms in our arms Starlit rivers flow under a velvet loom In this ink-black room, we find our room to bloom While the constellations glow in tune Errët e errët, thithim qetësinë e mbuluar me prush Hiri dridhet, duke tërhequr stuhi në krahët tanë Lumenjtë me yje rrjedhin nën një tezgjahu prej kadifeje Në këtë dhomë të zezë si bojë, gjejmë dhomën tonë për të lulëzuar Ndërsa yjësitë shkëlqejnë në harmoni