Above the clouds, the stone still bleeds A wound where branches once touched the skies No roots now, just jagged bones A giant felled, yet not by men This isn't hope, it isn't rage Just mist and shale and brittle light The ghosts up here don't whisper much They only watch me get it right They don't demand I understand Just that I walk and never turn I wasn't shaped for cheers or praise Just for the endless fall that pulls me down The wind remembers what we lost It claws my face like ancient grief I climb to silence all below To earn a death that speaks belief This isn't hope, it isn't rage Just mist and shale and brittle light The ghosts up here don't whisper much They only watch me get it right Let me break where legends broke Above the line where eagles choke Beneath me lies no soft farewell Just final flight from mortal plight Let me fall through timeless haze From Wazaká's last rootless base Beneath me lies no soft farewell Just final flight from mortal plight Let me fall through timeless haze From Wazaká's last rootless base I see no gods upon this peak Just fossil trees and wind too still The sky pretends to be a gate A lie I need, a lie that frees I cast no shadow on this stone For I became what can't descend A soul unfit for dusk or dawn This leap shall seal my silent end forever