Track Insight / Lyrics
Now as snowflakes gently start to fall
Your gloves, like twin lanterns, casting call
Through the mountain's heart, a hidden path unwinds
The temple's secrets, entwined with secrets of the mind
Forgotten knowledge, in crumbling stones inscribed
Echoes of a time when darkness was the norm
I hold your gloves, feeling your touch transcribed
In silence, I descend, your gloves my guide
Through the mountain's cold, where myths reside
A lost song's whisper, a forgotten guide
Together, we'll find what the snow won't divide
Snowflakes falling slow, the path ahead unclear
Your gloves, my only light, as the darkness draws near
I step into the cold, the mountain's ancient heart beats
Each step I take, the mystery we seek awaits
Massive bassline thunder, sawtooth synths ablaze
Energy surges high, as the drop amazes
Vocal chops, distortion sharp, the beat kicks in hard
Lost in the moment, in this cyberpunk yard
The temple's entrance, a hidden door revealed
Your gloves, my beacon, as the crypt's chill is sealed
Tapestries of dust and time, the path we must unveil
Through the frozen tomb, where secrets, like shadows, sail
Forgotten knowledge, in crumbling stones inscribed
Echoes of a time when darkness was the norm
I hold your gloves, feeling your touch transcribed
In silence, we stand, your gloves my guide
Through the mountain's cold, where myths reside
A lost song's whisper, a forgotten guide
Together, we'll find what the snow won't divide
In the stillness, I hear your voice so clear
A promise kept, in this swirling space so dear
Though miles apart, in this timeless dance we've shared
Together, we'll face what the mountain holds, unafraid
Sawtooth synths pierce through, massive bassline thunders
Everything builds to a peak, as the energy soars and gathers
Vocal chops and distortion, the beat kicks in once more
Lost in the moment, before the snow falls again, for sure
In twilight's veil, where ancient meets new
Dust motes swirl 'round temple ruins true
Your worn leather gloves, beside me laid
A testament to journeys unmade
As the final snowflake falls, the temple's secrets fade
The gloves, now empty, a symbol of the path we've played
The lost song whispers, in the falling snow
Together, we've traveled far, and know we'll go on.
