VEGVISIR Do not count

The haunted beauty of being trapped inside your own inner world. Do not count the doors. Do not trust the hall. The floor remembers everyone who falls. [Verse 1] I walked where the lamps had forgotten their flame, Through corridors bending away from their name. The walls breathed softly, the ceiling leaned low, And something behind me was walking too slow. The dust held a pattern of circles and bone, A map made by feet that had vanished alone. I called out once, but the echo came back With a voice that was mine, only hollow and cracked. [Pre-Chorus] Every step sank into stone, Every turn became unknown. I was alive, but not complete, A living ghost with borrowed feet. [Chorus] Down through the ruin, down through the fever, Where the angles crawl and the doorways shiver. I follow the marks where the lost ones passed, Footprints in the floor like shadows cast. Down through the ruin, pale and hollow, Every path I take is a path I follow. The walls do not sleep, the halls do not grieve, They only remember who tried to leave. [Verse 2] The geometry slipped like a face in a dream, The stairs ran upward through black water steam. A window looked inward, a mirror looked through, And showed me a room where the dead flowers grew. There were names in the plaster and nails in the air, Cold little prayers in the shape of despair. The floor was not floor, but a scripture of tread, A body of stone that had swallowed the dead. [Pre-Chorus] Every mark became a sign, Every sign became a line. Every line led back to me, Where I was not meant to be. [Chorus] Down through the ruin, down through the fever, Where the angles crawl and the doorways shiver. I follow the marks where the lost ones passed, Footprints in the floor like shadows cast. Down through the ruin, pale and hollow, Every path I take is a path I follow. The walls do not sleep, the halls do not grieve, They only remember who tried to leave. [Bridge] The first step was human. The second was fear. The third was a question no god wanted near. The fourth was a whisper. The fifth was a name. The sixth was the moment the building became. [Build] Became the witness, became the wound, Became the chapel beneath the moon. Became the hunger, became the key, Became the shape that was wearing me. [Final Chorus] Down through the ruin, down through the fever, Where the angles crawl and the doorways shiver. I follow the marks where the lost ones passed, Footprints in the floor like shadows cast. Down through the ruin, cold and narrow, Every step is bone, every breath is borrowed. The walls do not sleep, the halls do not grieve, They only remember who tried to leave. [Outro] [whispered choir, fading] Do not count the doors. Do not trust the hall. The floor remembers everyone who falls. And if I return, it will not be me. Only the sound of a footstep beneath.