[Intro - Violine and Chello starting and than full Orchestra for dark epic start, slowly fades into Verse 1] --- [Verse 1 – harsh female clean vocals full of epic Deathcore power] We walk the line between the dark and dawn, a fragile breath and then it’s gone. The world keeps turning while we fade, a fading spark the gods once made. I see the truth behind our fear — the ticking clock we never hear. We’re born already marked to leave, a life we’re doomed to someday grieve. --- [Pre-Chorus – clean but heavy] No one escapes the closing door… we just pretend there’s something more. --- [Chorus – episch, big, Orchestra Background with hard guitar sound and second lower voice] We’re all headed where the lost ones go, through the veil that no one knows. Is it heaven, is it hell, or just the ashes where we fell? Death’s a curse we can’t outrun — yet somehow it belongs to every one. --- [Verse 2 – male screams, hard, Monumental Orchestra Background] I’ve seen the fire, I’ve felt the cold, I’ve watched the young become the old. I’ve heard the silence after breath, the cruel, soft whispering of death. No map, no promise, no divine, no guarantee we’ll cross the line. Maybe the end is just the start — a final echo of the heart. --- [Pre-Chorus – female clean, rising] If there’s a gate beyond the night… I hope it opens into light. --- [Chorus – harder and more Emotion] We’re all headed where the lost ones go, through the veil that no one knows. Is it heaven, is it hell, or just the ashes where we fell? Death’s a curse we can’t outrun — yet somehow it belongs to every one. --- [Solo – melodic, haunting guitar solo, no vocals, melancholisch, big Choir] --- [Breakdown – male screams, apokalyptic] NO GOD, NO GRAVE CAN FORCE MY SOUL TO BREAK! WE’RE ALL THE SAME WHEN THE EARTH BEGINS TO TAKE! IF THERE’S A HEAVEN, LET IT OPEN SLOW! IF THERE’S A HELL, LET IT BURN BELOW! WE’RE ALL JUST STORIES NO ONE KNOWS! --- [Final Chorus – female cleans + male screams, maximum epic] We’re all headed where the lost ones go, through the veil that no one knows. Maybe heaven waits in gold, or maybe we fade when we grow old. We’re all walking through the undertow, toward the quiet afterglow. Death’s a curse we all outgrow — and someday we’ll all find where we go.

Where All Of Us Will Go