Lyrics
Verse 1 He came in on a whisper through the cracks beneath the door, With a coat stitched out of shadow and a smile that begged. for. more Candles bent to face him, like they knew his hidden name,
And the air turned thick as honey with the scent of smoke and flame.
Bootsteps left no echo, but the floor began to groan,
As if the house remembered something buried in its bones,
He tipped his hat to silence, let the darkness take a seat,
Then poured a glass of midnight and set it at your feet.
Chorus
He said, “I don’t need chains, I don’t need fire,
Just a quiet little yes to your desire, Sign your name in blood, not ink or coal,
I don’t steal, you'll hand me your soul!!”
2 He showed you fields of gold where the rivers bled with wine,
Every dream you ever buried blooming out of time,
Voices from your childhood called you softly through the haze,
Promising forever in a thousand different ways.
But behind the velvet curtain, where the colors lost their breath,
There were faces pale as winter, frozen in a silent death,
Fingers scratched on nothing, eyes hollowed out by cost,
Every shining promise had a shadow stitched in loss.
Chorus
He said, “I don’t need chains, I don’t need fire,
Just a quiet little yes to your desire,
No need to fight, no need to be whole,
I don’t take… you give me your soul.”
Verse 3 Your reflection in the mirror started shifting out of place,
Smiling just a second longer than your trembling face,
The glass began to ripple like a lake about to break,
And every choice you’d ever made was coiling like a snake.
His hand was cold as iron, but it felt like coming home,
Every doubt you ever carried turned to polished stone,
The pen was made of bone and ash, it pulsed within your grip,
And every breath you took felt like it tightened on your lips.
Then a distant sound like thunder from a long-forgotten sky,
A memory of something you had never let quite die,
A flicker in the darkness, just a thread against the night—
Not loud enough to save you… but enough to make you fight.
Final Chorus
He said, “I don’t need chains, I don’t need fire,
Just surrender to the shape of your desire…”
But your hand began to tremble, and the ink began to crawl—
And for a moment… you didn’t write at all.
Outro The candles straightened slowly, and the shadows lost their claim,
The scent of smoke grew thinner, but it never left the same,
And somewhere in the silence, just beneath your quiet breath…
He waits with patient hunger—
For the echo of your “yes.”