[Intro – soft piano, distant low choir]
Night wind hums through hollow bark,
Branches bow where shadows arc.
Your name is threaded in the rings—
A secret psalm the forest sings.
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[Verse 1 – sparse piano, sub-bass pulses]
You stand alone in trembling rain,
Roots gripping soil shaped by pain.
Storms rewrote your wooden spine,
Lightning sketched your crooked line.
The thunder tried to claim your frame,
Yet you still murmured through the flame—
“I am older than the ache I bear,
And I will breathe this fractured air.”
—
[Pre-Chorus – rising synth swell]
When the sky grows far too heavy,
And the minutes fall apart…
You still rise, you still gather
Every splinter of your heart.
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[Instrumental Interlude – tight, dark drone, echo-piano, slow pulse kick, airy pads, a low hum under cold piano taps,
windlike pads drifting through branches, pulse grows, guitars swell like fog,
everything tightening—
then falling silent]
[Verse 2 – low, crooning melancholy]
Winter chills your brittle bones,
Snow collects like whispered stones.
Age folds gently in your bark—
Silver scars that glow in dark.
Yet even frost can’t drown your vow,
A sleeping ember in your bough.
Buried deep in ice and weight,
You dream the worlds you’ll recreate.
[Pre-Chorus – swelling synth + choral ghosts]
Every cycle writes your story,
Every ending gives you breath—
You collapse into the soil,
And rise untouched by death.
[Chorus – heavier, more dramatic]
You are a tree becoming ever new—
Through every season life pulls you through.
When your leaves turn gold and fall away,
You burn more beautiful in your decay.
And when the spring floods wash you clean,
You bloom again in deeper green.
[Bridge – whispered, intimate, almost spoken]
Even the wind remembers you.
Even the night leans close to listen.
You were carved by storms,
But crafted for rebirth.
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[Breakdown – massive toms, distorted synth bass, guitars swelling like thunder]
[Screamed]
You breakkk—
You benddd—
But never fall.
From deathhh—
You tearrr—
The veil of all.
Roots split—
Earth shakes—
Your pulse ignites,
A heartbeat
Hammering
Through endless nights.
You crack—
You bleed—
Sap runs like fire,
A molten truth
From your funeral pyre.
You twist—
You writhe—
Through soil and stone,
Reborn in the dark
Where the lost outgrow
The bones they’ve known.
Branches quake—
Skies roar—
Your shadow climbs,
A towering hymn
Against the tide of time.
And still—
You rise—
Through pain’s decree,
Defying the grave
In your agony.
Until the flood—
The ancient roar—
Breaks your body,
But builds you more.
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[Final Chorus – massive, cinematic]
You are a tree becoming ever new—
Through every season life pulls you through.
Your falling leaves paint truth in flame,
You shed your sorrow, shed your name.
And when the spring floods crown the dirt,
You rise reborn from root to hurt—
More radiant than you’ve ever been,
A living hymn to life again.
[downtuned 0-0-1-0 guitar riff, heavy drums syncopate, downtuned bass plays]
GHHAAAA
Atlantica
