Echoes of the Dark Ages

(Spoken words with soft acoustic guitar strumming)

In shadows deep, where the lost minds roam,

We find our story, of a darkened throne.

In the maze of the night, where the spirits creep,

The echoes of history are secrets we keep.

With every step, the whispers drown,

Dark ages call, from cobblestones down.

Questions unsaid, in the air we breathe,

Found in the cracks, of the world we weave.

Jazz notes flicker, like fireflies bright,

Doomed in the shadows, we dance in the light.

So play me a tune of the times gone by,

With rap in the rhythm, let the lost sigh.

Rock the foundations, and let the truth spill,

In the heart of the darkness, there's light that we feel.

Kings and their crowns, made of rust and grief,

A tapestry woven, of sorrow and belief.

On the run from the dawn, when battle drums beat,

Our souls intertwine, in the pulse of defeat.

(Instrumental acoustic guitar solo)

Whispered chords tell stories untold,

In the heart of the night, where the brave turns bold.

Over jazz rhythms, hear the fate arrive,

Doomsday awaken, keep our dreams alive.

So play me a tune of the times gone by,

With rap in the rhythm, let the lost sigh.

Rock the foundations, and let the truth spill,

In the heart of the darkness, there's light that we feel.

(Spoken words, fading out)

In the glimmer of hope, through shadows we tread,

Dark ages may loom, but we’re never misled.

Feel the jazz pulse, as the end draws near,

For in every end, a new song we hear.