The pact of the rusted leaves

Intro: The sound of wind rushing through high-altitude trees, followed by a slow, mournful cello line. A delicate acoustic guitar melody weaves in.) ​(Verse 1) The scroll is brittle, the ink is turning grey Telling the story of the price we had to pay When the forest was dying, when the sky was turning black We reached into the Void, and we couldn’t turn it back We gave up the heartbeat, we gave up the soul To let the ticking gears take the total control. ​(Chorus) Oh, the Pact of the Leaves, written in the rust Turning the ancient spirits into mechanical dust We are the echo of the life that we sold Living in the forest that never grows old Sing for the Elves who are trapped in the wire Burning in the cold of an iron-hearted fire. ​(Verse 2) The gears are the veins, the sap is the oil We’re bound to the branch, we’re bound to the soil The Vagabonds listen to the song in the wood And find the melody where the ancestors stood It’s a glitch in the logic, a break in the rhyme A secret note hidden from the passage of time. ​(Bridge) (The music becomes more rhythmic, like the steady, relentless ticking of a clock) Ticking in the bark! (Lost in the green!) Lost in the shadow! (Of the great machine!) We’re the ones who remember the feel of the breeze Before we became just the metal in the trees! (A final, swelling cello solo that slowly fades into the sound of grinding metal) ​(Chorus) Oh, the Pact of the Leaves, written in the rust Turning the ancient spirits into mechanical dust We are the echo of the life that we sold Living in the forest that never grows old Sing for the Elves who are trapped in the wire Burning in the cold of an iron-hearted fire. ​(Outro) (The music dies away, leaving only a faint, hollow whistle of wind) The leaves are turning... But the gears are still... The price was paid... Against our will.