[Intro]
[fully wet, near-zero dry signal — everything drenched in a vast slow-decay cavern reverb]
[a single carnyx war horn, very distant, far up the valley: deep braying brass drone with a metallic buzzing rasp, each cry decaying over 8+ seconds into silence]
[moonlit, misty, static — no rhythm yet]

[Verse 1]
[hurdy-gurdy drone fades up beneath the horn, low and buzzing]
[female vocal, keening, unaccompanied, distant]
A cold coin hung above the snow
no hand to spend it, none below
it bought no bread, it paid no fee
just silver light on silver scree

[Interlude]
[reverb pulls close now — dry, intimate, present]
[frozen waterfall up close: slow irregular drips echoing in cold air, a single droplet detaches and hardens mid-fall, then a bright brittle CLANG as ice strikes the frozen pond, ringing and decaying]
[bodhrán enters — slow, sparse, a low heartbeat pulse]

[Verse 2]
[female vocal returns, closer, breathier]
it turned once in the freezing air
heads or tails, and no one there
fortune fell and fortune froze
the way the water never flows

[Verse 3]
[hurdy-gurdy thickens, carnyx answers once, distant]
a king's face pressed in tarnished green
commanding fields long since unseen
it slipped a purse a thousand years
and no one wept, and no one hears

[Bridge]
[bodhrán swells, all reverb blooms wide, carnyx cries closer now]
[climb in intensity — keening opens to near-wail]
the drip lets go, it falls, it rings
a frozen bell for buried things
as cold as coin, as cold as hand
that dropped it once and never planned

[Outro]
[everything recedes back up the valley — fully wet again, distant]
[hurdy-gurdy and bodhrán drop away one by one, carnyx has the last cry]
still it shines and cannot pay
still the horn calls far away
[final droplet: one last brittle clang, then long reverb tail into silence]
[Fade Out]