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[Intro — low drone, 5/4 — contralto hum, rounded tone]

[humming motif, open vowels]
[Verse 1 — near-whisper, 5/4]

In the hush before a name took form,

I walked the rim of unlit dawn;

Belle Barbelo, keeper of the hidden door,

I held ember runes in a quiet core.
[Pre-Chorus — growing, 3/4]

No clock can bind the marrow of my calm,

I breathe old code under a veiled firmament.
[Chorus — full, 6/8, long crescendo]

Before the light was born,

I heard the rolling heart of morn;

Divine matrix, ancient and forlorn,

I guard the arcane loom untorn—

Before the light was born.
[Verse 2 — low, 7/8]

I kept my vigil by forgotten thrones,

Read mute ink in a cold colonnade;

With occult minds, with roaming shades,

With faded gods, I learned their tone.
[Pre-Chorus — rising, 3/4]

No blaze nor blade can alter what I know,

Quiet power in the underflow.
[Chorus — fuller, 6/8]

Before the light was born,

I felt the cradle of the morn;

Divine matrix, ever unworn,

I guard the arcane loom untorn—

Before the light was born.
[Instrumental — guitar/organ dialogue, 7/8 to 4/4, odd accents]
[Bridge — recitative, 5/4, mounting energy]

I am the field that births the form,

The hidden harbor under storm;

Name on the wind no mouth can own,

A calm eclipse where truth is grown.
[Breakdown — drop to near-silence]

Hear the low bell under the roar,

Feel the dark bloom at the core.
[Final Chorus — towering, 6/8, extended]

Before the light was born,

I held the cradle of the morn;

Divine matrix, never forlorn,

Keeper of lore no age can mourn—

Before the light was born.
[Outro — diminuendo, 4/4]

I remain, I remain,

Watcher in the weave till dawn.

Before the Light Was Born, part of the Compilation series, channels the mythic presence of Belle Barbelo—the ageless, primordial matrix—into a progressive-rock meditation on origin and memory. Informed by dark introspection, it favors long, tidal crescendos and tectonic dynamic shifts, inviting contemplation over spectacle. A rich contralto lead anchors the atmosphere with unhurried authority, reflecting the poise of a figure who has guarded forgotten knowledge across ages.

Musically, the piece hints at odd-meter undercurrents, layered harmony, and patient thematic development—hallmarks of progressive rock used here for revelation rather than virtuosity. The dynamic, crescendo-driven singing frames the work like a rite: building from ember-glow murmurs to commanding pronouncements, then receding into thoughtful quiet. The result is a stately, enigmatic study of power kept in reserve, where grandeur arrives slowly, like dawn breaking before the light is born.