Lyrics
### Ashen Bell Medieval folk horror with a subtle 2-step pulse [Verse I] Beyond the hills no road is known, Our fields embrace the weathered stone. The mill still turns, the sheep still roam, Yet none recall another home. Since Heaven split with crimson fire, The Rupture never seemed to tire. It left no king, no holy sign— Only this village… outside of time. [Chorus] Ring, ashen bell, call every soul. Gather round the oaken bowl. Feast on kin with laughing breath, Dance together into death. When morning spills across the floor, We wake behind our cottage door. Beds are warm, the bread is sweet… Until the bell repeats. [Verse II] The butcher blesses sharpened steel, The baker serves the final meal. Mothers hum their cradle hymn, While candlelight grows strangely dim. We know the steps, yet not the cause; Older still than written laws. Etched within each heart and bone, A rite that feels… but is not known. [Bridge] Some swear the world still lives beyond, Past silent woods and frozen ponds. Yet every path returns us here, Where yesterday never disappears. [Final Chorus] Ring, ashen bell, louder now. Blood and harvest, oath and vow. We fall beneath the harvest sky, Only to wake… and never die. The feast will end when time is free— So speaks no voice that we can see. Living, dying, endlessly… The bell remembers. We repeat.