Lyric

In the shadows of mirrors — a flickering fracture

Where time turns cold, like ice in the dark

A door stands at the edge of two worlds

Behind it — foreign stars in endless space

But we can’t find the hidden path

Where worlds are sleeping in tangled threads

Until the key ignites in our hands

Its light will burn the veil that marks the edge

The key is not iron, not fire, not steel

It’s a word that locks the labyrinth in your heart

The Keeper knows, yet hides it in shadow

So the wind of fate won’t tear the sacred apart

Some gates — like mist in mirrored glass

Where the past freezes in a crystal haze

Others — a fire where deceit turns to ash

And the key is the ache that smolders inside

But we can’t find the hidden path

Where worlds are sleeping in tangled threads

Until the key ignites in our hands

Its light will burn the veil that marks the edge

The key is not iron, not fire, not steel

It’s a word that locks the labyrinth in your heart

The Keeper knows, yet hides it in shadow

So the wind of fate won’t tear the sacred apart

In the layers of reality — a lingering chime

A door hangs on threads of darkness

Its pattern — my reflected sigh

And the lock — a scar from an empty past

We stand on the edge of every road

Where echoes of worlds dissolve in smoke

Whoever enters will not return

Only their shadow wanders from now on

…

And if you find that key upon your chest —

Don’t ask who once was the Keeper…