Lyric

One—two—air and stone

Timber sighs beneath the winter weight

Splintered grain repeats the hidden code

Hands recall the rhythm of the slate

Every breath aligns the silent road

Worn footprints deepen, day by day

Still the mountain does not speak

Strike the mark, let the hammer ring

Shape the void with patient swing

Under frost a heartbeat sings

Stone and breath become a wing

River mirrors fractured sky

Ice divides but flow remains

Pulse returns with measured cry

Edges smooth within the veins

Steady voices in the spine

Numbered steps ignite the climb

Strike the mark, let the hammer ring

Shape the void with patient swing

Under frost a heartbeat sings

Stone and breath become a wing

Echo fades, the chisel stays