Black Fabric

[Verse 1] I’m wrapped in black fabric, a shroud for the unspoken rite. The colours flee my spirit— only the void retains its bite. The earth beneath me trembles like an altar forced awake; if I stay perfectly silent, perhaps the ritual will break. The grass bends in formation, a sigil carved by wind and bone. A whisper like a dying hymn claims my heartbeat as its own. [Pre-Chorus] My breath becomes prophetic, my pulse a sacred mark. Something ancient studies me from the perimeter of the dark. [Chorus] Consecrate my silence— let the shadows claim the role. I feel the veil unravel as they tithe me for my soul. Drag me through the threshold where forgotten gods convene; if revelation kills me, let the sacrifice be seen. [Verse 2] The soil splits like scripture, spilling secrets from below. A choir made of revenants chants in languages I know. My vision bleeds in patterns used for rituals of decay; the forest tilts in judgment, choosing who I am today. The branches bow like acolytes, their silhouettes in prayer; they murmur of initiation and the price of being spared. [Pre-Chorus] My pulse turns incantation, my breath a tethered flame. Something writes my destiny in a long-forgotten name. [Chorus] Consecrate my silence— let the shadows claim the role. I feel the veil unravel as they tithe me for my soul. Drag me through the threshold where forgotten gods convene; if revelation kills me, let the sacrifice be seen. [Bridge — Litany] Blood hums in the treeline, a covenant in the air. An oracle of ashes asks the price that I will bear. The ground becomes a chalice, my heartbeat pours within; the ritual aligns itself and beckons me to sin. [Final Chorus] Consecrate my silence— etch the omen in my skin. I am woven into darkness, claimed by everything therein. Drag me through the threshold where the godless heavens weep; if oblivion is holy, let it take me in my sleep.