Lyric

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