Lyrics

This song is dedicated to Dave Jay. The legend, the myth.

(Intro - Choir whispers with a soft cello melody)*
In the land of ancient walls and silent skies,
Where the sun sets heavy and secrets lie,
A man walks alone, no name to claim,
Just a shadow in the dark, playing a deadly game.

*(Verse 1 - The Calling)*
He left behind the warmth of home,
For a world where the righteous roam.
Jerusalem’s streets taught him to see,
Not with his eyes, but with mystery.

A ghost in the crowd, he learned to blend,
Every stranger could be a foe or friend.
He spoke in codes, his words like fire,
Each step closer to his empire.

But the deeper he went, the more he fell,
Into a labyrinth that felt like hell.
Was he chasing justice or chasing pain?
The lines blurred like tears in rain.

*(Hook - Choir harmonizing with violins)*
**"Through the fire and through the haze,
He walks the night but counts no days.
Truth is heavy, lies cut deep—
The shadow’s path is not for sleep."**

*(Verse 2 - The Mission)*
In a room where power whispered low,
He moved like water—silent flow.
Maps on tables and plans in ink,
One wrong move and he’s on the brink.

The mission was clear: find what they hide,
But what do you do when both sides collide?
He saw reflections of himself in their fight—
Two men chasing freedom under different lights.

The weight of it all pressed on his chest,
A question lingered: “Am I doing my best?”
Or was he just a pawn in a bigger play?
A flicker of doubt in the heat of day.

*(Bridge - Piano solo with faint choir hums)*
The walls of Jerusalem whispered his name,
A silent witness to his rise and shame.
He thought of skies he once called home—
Now every horizon felt alone.

*(Hook - Full choir with orchestral swell)*
**"Through the fire and through the haze,
He walks the night but counts no days.
Truth is heavy, lies cut deep—
The shadow’s path is not for sleep."**

*(Verse 3 - The Climax)*
Underneath the moon’s cold stare,
He stood at a crossroads laid bare.
One hand held duty; one held regret—
A choice that would haunt him yet.

The enemy closed in with blades unseen,
But he danced through chaos—sharp and keen.
Each move precise like a chessboard king,
But victory here didn’t mean a thing.

For every secret won, a piece was lost—
Freedom comes at an endless cost.
And as dawn broke over silent stone,
He realized this fight was never his own.

*(Outro - Quiet strings fading into silence)*
Now he walks where shadows meet light,
Neither hero nor villain in this fight.
No songs will sing of what he gave—
Just whispers of a man who lived as a wave.