Not in This Life · Walk Right Through Me IV | Room Zero

Hostage to a truce, the last of her blood, she is led by torchlight into her enemies' city. She carries a blade in her sleeve, meant one day for the crown's sharpest sword. At the gate she knows his face already, the way a hand knows a room in the dark. He kneels on stone his fathers' knees wore smooth and gives the crown his oath. In the candlelit chapel his red cloak settles on her shoulders; his hands withdraw. In the sunlit hall he walks through the place she stands, and the court watches him not see her. One evening she wanders into another morning: a low door, a grey cloak beside a red one. Then horns. Fire after fire along the ridges, lit in her name. Called away, he leaves her the cloak and learns what dawn is for. He waits out the night at the side gate between a chestnut and a grey, both saddled. Before the bells he holds a saddle, one hand on a horse's empty back. At dawn she is brought out in his red and crosses the snow to him alone. His sword is in his hand. The blade is still in her sleeve. Walk Right Through Me began as one song sung three times, in three worlds that never meet. The fourth is a new song, from a life the two of them lived before all three. 00:00 Verse 1 Lyrics: They sent me through the snow as the price of the peace A knife in my sleeve, and your face to remember A hundred torches burning, and there you were I knew you from somewhere older than hate I knelt on the stone where my fathers knelt Swore to the crown: never turn back, never soften Then you lifted your eyes, the price of the peace And something in me knelt again Every step closer betrays my blood Every step back tears me in two Snow on the fire leaves only rain Not in this life... not in this life By night in the chapel, your cloak around me By day you walked right through me in the hall Your back to me in a hall full of eyes And still your shadow lay over mine Every step closer betrays my blood Every step back tears me in two Snow on the fire leaves only rain Not in this life... not in this life Somewhere with no banners, a morning with no war Two cloaks on one nail by a low wooden door Nothing to remember and nothing to repay Nobody asking whose blood we were born to Ah... ah... Horns on the hills, and my name on the banners As long as I breathe, the hills will burn I hate this fate, this blood, this life that was never mine And most of all, that I love you still! All night two horses saddled at the gate, one for you At first light I took the saddles off The bells were waiting for the dawn And the price of the peace was you Look at me! Look at me! I came to you with open hands Snow falling into your fire The face they made me learn by heart I'm taking it with me Snow on the fire leaves only rain Not in this life — I'd choose you again In the next life, when you see my face... Bells for the peace... Nothing left to kneel to... but you Not in this life... Room Zero — films you watch with your ears. Visuals and music were created with the help of AI tools (Suno, Kling, Claude).