Embers Beneath Wolves

(A minimalist,

echoing piano chord rings

out like a warning

bell) (A low, warm sub-bass hums underneath like heavy footsteps) (Whisper -

Left Ear) Watch the woods.

Keep the light inside.

The forest is wide and the shadows are deep Where the hungry

things wait while the village is asleep They circle the clearing,

they look for the break To swallow the innocent down in their

wake You learn how to walk without making a sound Keep your

eyes on the sky,

keep your feet on the ground They trade in the fragile,

they feed on the naive Leaving a trail of deception to weave.

(Acoustic guitar joins with a tense,

winding rhythm) (Vocals: Controlled,

deliberate, quiet vigilance) They count on the darkness,

they count on the blind To trap a pure soul in a

crooked design! Word of words,

word... Word,

word, word...

Meow, meow, meow, meow,

meow—keep the perimeter sound!

(The strings swell into a massive,

protective, beautiful wave of sound) And the glass cage is shattering,

piece by piece! The monsters can circle,

but we’re calling a-cease!

From the forty-one up to the sixty-seven We’re building a fortress,

we’re guarding our heaven They look for the open door,

look for the prey But we built a boundary they can't wash

away Yeah, the ownership’s back where it always should be Safe in

your body, sovereign and free.

(Stripped back to just the pulsing sub-bass and a sharp acoustic pluck)

No longer a marker,

no longer a prize We mapped out the darkness and opened our

eyes The wolves at the border can howl in the cold They’ll

never lay hands on the truth that you hold.

(Total audio collapse. Only a soft room tone and a steady,

calm breath) (Spoken word,

deadpan, immensely protective) Are they still watching?

Let them look.

Forty-one... Forty-two... Sixty-seven... (A soft,

unyielding purr) Mine.

(Maximum emotional release, soaring choral stacks,

absolute triumph) And the glass cage is shattering,

piece by piece! The monsters can circle,

but we’re calling a-cease!

From the forty-one up to the sixty-seven We’re building a fortress,

we’re guarding our heaven They look for the open door,

look for the prey But we built a boundary they can't wash

away Yeah, the ownership’s back where it always should be Safe in

your body, sovereign and free.

(Music fades into a warm,

open acoustic chord and gentle wind chimes) Word of words.

The flame is protected.

Everything is tiguidou. (Soft click.

Absolute peace.)