Baptized by the Night - Reggae riddim style 🇬🇧 | Suno AI Track

Sparks of the Chronicle Verse 1 The world was One, a heavy, silent mind, A vast interior, lonely and confined. A shore of stone that could not cool its core, Locked in a drought it could not yet explore. Before the fracture split the ancient floor, The land was longing for an absent shore. The first desire tore the mountain crest: An ache for waters, long before the rest. Chorus No voice can sing the total weave of time, Each only breathes a solitary chime. The grand design is never lived out grand, Just as the verse right where you stand. Just as the dust where your small fire is bright— Absolved and whole, baptized by the night. Verse 2 Down in the east, where shifting skies unbind, And chaos breaks the rhythm of mankind. The rivers vanish into sudden smoke, As if the cosmic order bent and broke. No dawn repeats the patterns of the past, The fleeting mirrors shatter in the blast. We wove a sanctuary out of breath and wind: We learned to speak because our souls had sinned. The myth was not a jewel to wear or boast— It was the anchor for a drifting ghost. Chorus No voice can sing the total weave of time, Each only breathes a solitary chime. The grand design is never lived out grand, Just as the verse right where you stand. Just as the dust where your small fire is bright— Absolved and whole, baptized by the night. Verse 3 Edge of the wild, beneath the twilight veil, Two distinct shadows cross a single trail. The tracker follows what the void has sent, The keeper guards the soil's slow descent. Two modes of Being, separate and profound, With different altars on the selfsame ground. No iron clashes, no dogmas are unfurled, For neither seeks to replicate their world. An age of silence, a century of grace— The absolute unfolds without a trace. Bridge And there he stands, apart from collective sight, Sensing the fractures in the cosmic light. He reads the cipher that the blind ignore, The hidden pattern on the forest floor. They called him stranger to the common name— But through his eye, the sacred vision came. Not merely tolerated, not an outcast shade: He was the axis where the world was made. Chorus No voice can sing the total weave of time, Each only breathes a solitary chime. The grand design is never lived out grand, Just as the verse right where you stand. Just as the dust where your small fire is bright— Absolved and whole, baptized by the night.