Style: Slow medieval doom-folk ballad. Heavy, deep, rumbling baritone vocals – cavernous and grave, like echoes from ancient stone. Sparse lute drones and distant drum. Every line slow, weighted, and solemn.)
(Intro – Low drone)
From kingdoms dark I turn… to eternal heights I yearn…
(Verse 1 – Deep, thunderous low vocals)
From iron towers and streets of lies,
I fled the venom, left the cries.
No more clamor, no hollow pride,
I sought the halls where God abides.
(Verse 2 – Even deeper register)
Mountains rise in mist and stone,
Forests guard what heaven owns.
Rivers carve through valleys green,
Streams chant psalms, pure and clean.
Pine air sharp, untouched by breath,
Here chaos ends… I find my rest.
(Chorus – Slow, profound deep choral layers)
In God’s creation, refuge wide,
Far from noise where mercy hides.
Mountains watch, forests pray,
Rivers wash my sins away.
(Verse 3 – Heaviest, lowest delivery)
Beneath old oaks on moss I kneel,
Wind strokes like hands that gently heal.
Stars above the ridge burn bright,
In wild silence, He calls tonight.
(Final Chorus – Deep intensity, fading slow)
In God’s creation, refuge wide,
Far from noise where mercy hides.
Mountains watch… I’m finally free.
(Outro – Cavernous solo vocal, dying to whisper)
Here in mountains… by sacred streams…
O Lord… I am home… at last.