Lyrics

I dance where dusk meets dream,
With wings of white and woven gleam.
Not light, not night — I move between,
A spirit cloaked in silver sheen.

They called me fragile.
They feared my face.
But I carry the silence of space.
I strike like thought. I vanish like breath.
My kiss is beauty. My gift is death.

(Chorus)
Silent, sacred — the garden’s edge
I watch from leaf, from limb, from ledge.
Not of their world, not of their flame —
Yet still… I came.

I’ve seen the fall, the rot, the fire,
Felt the hunger of man’s desire.
But I do not hate — I wait, I weave,
A hunter with no need to grieve.

(Chorus)
Silent, sacred — the garden’s edge
I watch from leaf, from limb, from ledge.
Not of their world, not of their flame —
Yet still… I came.

(Bridge)
The stars forget, the roots decay,
Still I rise in a ghostly ballet.
Not born for battle, but born for balance —
The dusk… my dance.

(Outro)
I am Nephira.
The unseen grace.
The final breath.
The whisper before the end.