(Verse 1) In the old atlas corner, no name and no hue An empty white space, a silence that grew No routes ever drawn, no civilization Just the paper's pale void and imagination (Pre-chorus) The cold wind is blowing from a lawless domain Where the map is lying, but the dreaming remains (Chorus) The Blank Place on the Map is calling without sound Where the world still trembles before it's unbound No one came back to tell what lies beyond the end I just know the void on the paper is within me, my friend (Verse 2) The eyes of the cartographers look away in fear As if terror was the compass that keeps the truth clear But I carry a broken compass and an old almanac And the knowing that the secret never stayed on the attack (Pre-chorus) Each step that I take erases all that's been drawn The mystery's a river – and fear is its spawn (Chorus) The Blank Place on the Map is calling without sound Where the world still trembles before it's unbound No one came back to tell what lies beyond the end I just know the void on the paper is within me, my friend (Bridge) What if there are no monsters? What if there is no pain? What if the empty place is just a mirror again? A reflection of what we never dared to explore The fear of the unknown is just not wanting more (Spoken / Cry – optional) "There is no north. There is no south. There's only what you bring." (Final Chorus – more intense) The Blank Place on the Map is tearing me inside Where time is a longing and the ground learns to glide No one came back… but I'll go… and if I don't, okay For every map is lying – and the void showed me the way (Outro) [Ethereal instrumental, wind, distant footsteps] Somewhere… between what is known and what is yearned… It stays blank. And there… we begin to be.