[Intro – Soft wind, distant bells]
Petals fall…
Time recalls…
Every end…
Begins again…
[Verse I]
In quiet fields where echoes sleep,
Where roots run far and shadows weep,
A gentle hand unseen, unknown,
Returns all life to soil and bone.
No cry too loud, no flame too bright,
Escapes the hush of endless night.
Yet in that dark, no sorrow stays—
For death is but a turning page.
[Pre-Chorus]
The rivers fade, the mountains bow,
The fleeting “then” becomes the “now.”
No force can break, no will defy—
The sacred art of how we die.
[Chorus – Melancholic, rising]
VERDALUNE… call us home…
Through the flesh, through the bone…
Every breath we borrow fades—
Returned to you, where life is made.
VERDALUNE… soft and true…
All we lose returns to you…
From our end, your gardens bloom—
Life reborn from every tomb.
[Verse II]
No king remains, no warrior stands,
No empire built by mortal hands.
The stars themselves will one day fall,
And still your roots will take them all.
A lullaby beneath the ground,
Where silence is the only sound.
Not as an end, nor as a curse—
But as the law of all the verse.
[Bridge – Ancient cycle chant]
Terra mater… vitam serit…
Mors leniter… iter aperit…
Ex fine… initium venit…
Verdalune… circulus aeternus…
[Choir hums like wind through ancient trees]
[Breakdown – Soft whisper]
Do not fear…
The closing door…
For every end…
Has been before…
[Final Chorus – Emotional peak]
VERDALUNE… guide the lost…
No matter time, no matter cost…
In your arms, all pain is gone—
A silent dusk… a gentle dawn…
VERDALUNE… ever near…
In every fall, in every tear…
For when we fade and drift away—
You lead us back…
To life’s new day.
[Outro – Fading, wind + heartbeat slow]
Ash to earth…
Breath to sky…
All that lives…
Must learn to die…
And in that end…
So softly spun…
We find…
We’ve just begun.
CataclysmConductor
