Track Insight / Lyrics
I find a violin, its strings worn thin
Curved like a rib cage, worn by time within
A relic of a life that once did shine
Now frozen, silent, in this alpine shrine
Neon salvage, flickers of dluxence
Echoes found in dust and winter's silence
In the stillness, she begins to sing
A melody that wakes the sacred things
In stolen moments, this violin takes flight
Piercing the dark with waves of burning light
Through frozen forests, a lone violin call
Pierces the mist, makes the mountains recall
A symphony of snow, a meditation hush
As the instrument conjures ancient rush
Neon salvagers, our work is not done
Seeking relics meant for long-forgotten funerals
Beneath the ice, we dare to roam
In search of treasures from a world in its tomb
I wind the strings, and a new song takes hold
Echoes whispered from a thousand years old
The violin's voice, amplified by the cold
Summoning spirits from a long-forgotten fold
In the stillness, she begins to sing
A melody that wakes the sacred things
In stolen moments, this violin takes flight
Piercing the dark with waves of burning light
In the neon glow, a fleeting dream takes form
A vision of the future, where ancient and modern storm
Converge in a dance, where past and future blend
As the violin weaves its tale, till the very end
Neon salvagers, our quest is never done
Seeking echoes of what once was, and what has yet to come
Through the silence, the violin's voice will guide
Leading us onward, where the light and shadows reside
In the stillness, the violin's song subsides
Fading like embers, beneath the mountains' tides
But in hearts she stirred, a legacy will grow
Echoes of what was salvaged, in the neon glow.
