(Intro: Cold Analog Synths, Deep Reverb)(Verse 1 – Child Soprano, slow tempo)The rain is silver needles on the pane,The hallway stretches long and grey and deep.I hear your velvet paws, a soft refrain,While all the world is falling into sleep.You have the moon trapped in your golden eyes,A secret kept since ancient, dusty days.Under the table where the shadow lies,You watch the spirit in the candlelight blaze.(Chorus – Atmospheric Wall of Sound, Irish Lilt)Felis, spiritus, amicus meus,You walk the line where light and darkness meet.Felis, noctis, custos domus,With starlight on your silent, ghost-grey feet.The mist is rising from the Irish sea,But you are here, the quiet soul of me.(Verse 2 – Low-pitch Contralto layer joins in)You hunt the moths that dance around my bed,Thin wings of silk against the heavy gloom.A crown of ancient wisdom on your head,The king of every corner in this room.You speak in purrs, a low and hummed decree,Of times when altars burned with sacred fire.You are the salt, the heather, and the lea,The cooling coal of every dark desire.(Bridge – Mournful, Minor Key, heavy distortion)Crux. Umbra. Luna. Silentium.(Voices overlap: high soprano and deep contralto)You see the things I cannot ever name,The shifting shapes behind the cellar door.In tenebris, sine nomine,We share the milk upon the kitchen floor.(Outro – Fading reverb, slow Celtic lilt)Sleep now, my hunter, the morning is cold.Amicus meus...The silver is turning to grey...Felis... noctis...(Sound of a single, cold synth note fading out)