[Intro]

[Verse 1]

In the cathedral of endless dusk

Where time itself has turned to dust

A voice of silk and ancient wood

Rises from the void, pure and good Twenty-one strings of living light

Speak of mountains, moon, and night

The guzheng breathes, the guzheng sighs

And death itself begins to cry

[Ghuzheng solo]

[Chorus]

Oh guzheng…

Your trembling song outlives the grave

Oh guzheng…

You turn the blackest grief to wave

Of golden sound that never dies

The most majestic sound beneath the skies

[Verse 2]

While other instruments decay

And fall silent in the clay

Your bridges rise like temple spires

Your notes are funeral pyres That burn with beauty, not with pain

A silver river through the rain

Each slide, each bend, each whispered tone

Makes every sorrow feel less alone

[Chorus]

Oh guzheng…

Your trembling song outlives the grave

Oh guzheng…

You turn the blackest grief to wave

Of golden sound that never dies

The most majestic sound beneath the skies

[Bridge]

No death can silence twenty-one strings

No darkness swallows what the guzheng brings

From Tang dynasty tombs to this endless night

You remain… the purest light

[Final Chorus]

Oh guzheng…

In this funeral of the soul

Oh guzheng…

You make the broken whole

Forever ringing, soft and vast

The greatest instrument that ever passedThe last clean vocal note hangs for nearly a minute, dissolving into pure reverb.

A single, distant guzheng-like guitar harmonic rings out once…

Then absolute silence. Play it loud. Play it slow. Let the guzheng reign forever.