[Intro] At the edge of the iron sea A bell wakes under the stone
[Verse 1] Mara keeps the harbor keys In a coat of salt and rain Every night she counts the ships That never came again Her brother left at seventeen With a map against his chest Now the tide has brought his compass home And nothing else to rest
[Pre-Chorus] She lifts it to the moonless sky A needle turns, then breaks From beneath the old cathedral A buried engine wakes
[Chorus] Open the gates, let the black tide in I have a name you buried beneath your sin If the whole wide kingdom must answer tonight Then strike the bell and bring the lost to light
[Verse 2] The king descends in silver mail With ashes on his hands He says the sea obeys no law And grief obeys commands But Mara sets the compass down Upon the council stone The needle points beneath his throne Where the missing years were sewn
[Pre-Chorus] The floor gives way, the walls confess The choir finds its breath Every ship was chained below To feed the crown with death
[Chorus] Open the gates, let the black tide in I have a name you buried beneath your sin If the whole wide kingdom must answer tonight Then strike the bell and bring the lost to light
[Bridge] [King] I built a wall against the water I paid the price in borrowed sons
[Mara] You cannot call a cage a harbor Or call the stolen years undone
[Ensemble] The bell is turning, stone is burning Every sealed-up door swings wide
[Final Chorus] Open the gates, let the true tide in We are the names you buried beneath your sin Let every harbor answer tonight Strike the bell—we bring them home to light
[Outro] At the edge of the iron sea The dawn finds every door unchained
Styl muzyki
dramatic rock opera, theatrical arena rock, driving live drums and distorted electric guitars, orchestral strings and brass accents, piano-led tension in the verses, explosive anthemic choruses, expressive powerful lead vocals with layered choir harmonies, dynamic shifts from intimate recitative-like passages to full ensemble peaks, polished cinematic production