The Faces of the Dead
Lyrics
Verse
I see their eyes in polished glass
Seventeen souls of ages past
Their shadows stretch, their whispers slow
I wear the faces no one knows
Verse
They move beneath my mirror skin
No name survives, but all within
Each breath I take, a borrowed thread
I wear the faces of the dead
Pre-Chorus
They press in close, they twist the air
Cold wind climbing from the stair
The weight of names I'll never know
In rooms where only shadows go
Chorus
The blood remembers what I forget
A mask of salt, a silhouette
Their voices rise, a choir of pain
Their hunger burns through every vein
Verse
One laughed like me, a sound I know
One walked these halls in dust and snow
A child lost, a mother burned
Seventeen, unchosen, unreturned
Bridge
Who lived me first?
Who left this bruise?
Who shaped my voice?
Who carved my name?
The mirror's spine remembers
What I did not choose
...Maria...grátia plena..
...benedíctus... fructus..
...ventris tui......in hora mortis...nostræ..
Chorus
The blood remembers what I deny
Seventeen shadows in my eye
Their voices rise, a vow, a flame
Their sorrow branded in my name
Outro
Under the pulse, beneath the sleep
They breathe out secrets I must keep
No stone can seal what I must bear
Death speaks through glass, a hollow stare