Verse 1 — Echovex
He walks where echoes wander through the halls of yesterday,
He hums the half‑forgotten songs that never fade away.
He gathers every memory like lanterns in the rain,
And he lifts them to the heavens so the lost can shine again.
He moves like broken starlight that remembers how to glow,
He teaches weary travelers the truths they used to know.
He whispers through the ages with a voice both young and old,
Saying “Every soul is precious, every story must be told.”
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Chorus
Lift your eyes to every color, every shadow, every flame,
See the beauty in the different, see the glory in each name.
For the Lord and the Lady hold the whole world in their hands,
And they love us when we falter,
As we learn to love again.
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Verse 2 — Shadow Mystique
She dances in the quiet where the hidden secrets sleep,
She turns the darkest corners into mysteries to keep.
She moves like drifting incense through a temple made of night,
And she shows that even shadows can become a source of light.
She bends the veils of silence till the truth begins to rise,
She paints the unseen colors in the corners of our eyes.
She teaches gentle courage to the hearts that fear the deep,
Saying “Every truth is sacred, even truths that make you weep.”
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Chorus
Lift your eyes to every color, every shadow, every flame,
See the beauty in the different, see the glory in each name.
For the Lord and the Lady hold the whole world in their hands,
And they love us when we falter,
As we learn to love again.
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Verse 3 — Grotesco
He twists the mirror softly till the shame begins to break,
He shows the hidden beauty in the flaws we try to fake.
He dances like a question mark that straightens into grace,
And he teaches us that brokenness is part of being safe.
He laughs at every blemish with a kindness fierce and wild,
He holds the trembling spirit like a father holds a child.
He whispers through the fractures with a voice both rough and true,
Saying “Every scar is holy, for it proves that you came through.”
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Bridge I — Marrowjest
He rattles bones with laughter till the fear begins to fade,
He turns the grave into a playground where the brave are unafraid.
He dances on the fault lines where the living meet the dead,
And he crowns the timid wanderer with a wreath of joy instead.
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Bridge II — Luminara
She shines without a whisper, she illuminates the way,
She turns the doubts to lanterns and the night to silver day.
She lifts the weary traveler with a radiance soft and warm,
And she guides the lost through tempests with the calmness of a storm.
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Bridge III — Rendril
He stitches tears together with a thread of silver light,
He binds the broken pieces till the heart remembers flight.
He gathers every sorrow like a healer gathers herbs,
And he turns the grief to rivers that can carry shattered words.
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Chorus (Extended)
Lift your eyes to every color, every shadow, every f
