Ash in the air, still it breathes
Voices burned—but still they grieve
Cinders whisper truths erased
Skies collapse with time displaced
Beneath the stone, the rhythm bleeds
A silent war with no decrees
Ash and rhythm — calling deep
In the ruins where no gods sleep
Strike the pulse — unspoken flame
What is lost still chants my name
Fingers find the fractured beat
Steps ignite forgotten streets
Echoes shape the shattered sky
The past refuses still to die
Ash and rhythm — calling deep
In the ruins where no gods sleep
Strike the pulse — unspoken flame
What is lost still chants my name
Heartbeat buried in the dust
Rise again—it’s what I must
The rhythm was never gone
It’s me who was wrong all along
Ash and rhythm — calling deep
In the ruins where no gods sleep
Strike the pulse — unspoken flame
What is lost still chants my name
Ash remains — yet still it sings
A city born on shattered strings
