Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
A silent watch through the long night.
Cold brass sleeps, a weighty grace,
A lion dreaming in this place.
*Leontopteryx* etched so deep,
A story secrets softly keep.
Worn by hands of ages past,
A solemn promise meant to last.
A golden gleam, a muted tone,
A kingdom guarded, all alone.
Each gentle touch, a whispered plea,
To wake the strength residing in me.
I trace the mane, the sculpted form,
And weather every gathering storm.
Golden guardian, still and low,
Dreams of jungles, long ago.
A silent promise, strong and true,
Watching over me and you.
He holds the threshold, keeps the key,
To forgotten worlds, for you and me.
The iron heart, it doesn't beat,
But echoes rumble down the street.
A weathered face, a knowing stare,
A burden carried, beyond compare.
Through sun and shadow, he remains,
A whisper calling out my name.
Each gentle touch, a whispered plea,
To wake the strength residing in me.
I trace the mane, the sculpted form,
And weather every gathering storm.
Golden guardian, still and low,
Dreams of jungles, long ago.
A silent promise, strong and true,
Watching over me and you.
He holds the threshold, keeps the key,
To forgotten worlds, for you and me.
I speak to him in Latin rhyme,
Of root and stem, and passing time.
He understands the patient art,
Of growing beauty, set apart.
A language older than the stone,
A quiet wisdom, softly shown.
Sometimes I think I see him stir,
A flicker in the amber blur.
A phantom rumble, deep inside,
Where ancient spirits still abide.
He's not just metal, cold and bare,
But a living presence, breathing air.
Golden guardian, still and low,
Dreams of jungles, long ago.
A silent promise, strong and true,
Watching over me and you.
He holds the threshold, keeps the key,
To forgotten worlds, for you and me.
The city sleeps, a restless dream,
Lost in the artificial gleam.
But here, a stillness takes its hold,
A story waiting to unfold.
A heavy weight, a watchful eye,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.
Golden guardian, still and low,
Dreams of jungles, long ago.
A silent promise, strong and true,
Watching over me and you.
He holds the threshold, keeps the key,
To forgotten worlds, for you and me.
A golden shimmer, soft and low,
Where ancient secrets gently flow.
He sleeps and watches, ever near,
Golden guardian, year after year.
Dust motes dance in fading light…
thinning light…
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