A language buried in echoes,
whispered by shades in the deadest hours.
In ink-black tones, the verses twist
through corridors of dark forgotten songs.
Listen tight, the backward melody:
it speaks in riddles, mocking the light
a timeless waltz on lines of spectral dance.
Beyond the veil, the murmurs persist,
urging the listener to uncover paths
woven in shadows where daylight fears to tread.