Where Did You Go

"Where Did You Go?" is a cinematic hard rock anthem that dives into the enduring mystery of the Ten Lost Tribes of Israel. Following the fall of the Northern Kingdom and the Assyrian captivity, the song echoes the haunting silence of a people scattered to the corners of the earth. With atmospheric tension and explosive, soaring vocals, the track searches through the ruins of history for a hidden identity, asking the ultimate question of heritage and homecoming. It is a powerful reflection on displacement, the resilience of memory, and the spiritual pull of a broken house waiting to be made whole again.

Lyrics:

(Verse 1) The cedar fell in Samaria's hall, The iron wheel ground against the wall. A thousand sandals on a dusty track, A bridge of ghosts that won't lead back. The king of the sun, with a hook and a chain, Led the vine from the soil to the salt and the rain. From the marble porch to the Habor’s side, Where the memory of the name went to hide.

(Chorus) Oh, children of the northern wind, Where did you go when the gold grew thin? Did you melt like dew on the Median hills, Or are you the pulse that the silence fills? The map is torn, the compass is blind, Searching for a house we can no longer find. Where did you go? Where did you go?

(Verse 2) Ten candles flickering, then the room went dark, No smoke rising, no lingering spark. Are you the stranger in the marketplace stall? The shadow leaning on the Great Stone Wall? Did you sail the ships to the edge of the world, With a secret scroll that was never unfurled? Are you the blood in the mountain’s vein, Waiting for the sky to remember your name?

(Bridge) In the valley of dry bones, the wind begins to moan, A shepherd is calling, but the flock is made of stone. They say you’re in the river that rests on the seventh day, Locked behind the mountains, just a heartbeat away. But the water doesn't speak, and the stone doesn't breathe, And the loom is empty of the silk you used to weave.

The Turning that watches the dust of the earth, Counting the sighs since the day of your birth. From the corners of islands and the shadows of peaks, He hears the language that the spirit speaks. The "Lost" is a word for the blind and the men, But the Weaver is holding the thread again. One by one, through the fire and the foam, The Lion is calling the wanderers home.

(Final Chorus) For He knows where the northern wind has blown, He hasn't forgotten a single bone. He’ll reach past the River, He’ll reach through the night, To bring the ten spirits back into the light. The map is rewritten, the path is made plain, The twelve-petaled flower shall bloom in the rain. We know where you went. He’s bringing you home.

(Outro) No more the exile, no more the ghost, Gathering the remnant, a heavenly host. The gates are swinging open wide... Welcome home. (Welcome home.) (The tribes are one.)