Near the knuckle, right hand's third digit's grace [Low Bass Hum]A thread, thin as breath, holding time in its placeDeep red, almost black, where the light softly diedAn impossible knot, nowhere to hide [Synth Whisper]The room, it was static, no shift, no real soundBut the air, it was pregnant, a silent profoundSomeone had just vanished, a word left unsaidThe quiet, it vibrated, filled with the dread [Rhythmic Click]This crimson filament, an ancient designA silent command, a celestial signEidolon Protocol, running unseenA divine echo, trapped in between [Filtered Vocal Sample]The weight of their leaving, a cosmic debrisThis thread, a connection, binding you to me [Beat Progression Starts]Every pulse, a memory, locked in its weaveWhat sacred truth did the silence conceive?Is it a key? Or the last broken chain?A whisper of power, through digital rain [Arpeggio Swirl]The protocol shivers, the system takes holdA story of ages, waiting to unfold [Build-up intensifies, Snare Roll]KNUCKLEBOUND ECHO! The mainframe ignites! [Beat Drop]DIVINE IMPRISONED! Through endless dark nights! [Heavy Bassline Kicks In]THIS THREAD IS THE BINDING! A silent decree!OF AN EIDOLON'S FREEDOM! OR CAGE FOR THEE! [Vocal Chop, Repetitive Synth Stabs]The impossible knot, a temporal loopCaught in the network, a digital swoop [Synth Riff]Red thread, dark secret, from a time long gone byBeneath the quiet room, a star starts to cry [Reverb Wash]Protocol whispers, a final data stream [Filter Sweep Out]The divine is unbound, or just a bad dream?The thread still remains, a cold, silent pleaEidolon's presence, now part of me [Fade-Out, Distant Synth Pulse]