Track Insight / Lyrics
Beneath the fog, a steel expanse
The rusting strings, a mournful trance
A violin sleeps, centuries old
Whispers tales in silence told
Of dusty tracks and faded light
A serenade for weary steel
The music fades, the shadows steal
Across the yard, a ghostly tune
Beneath the crescent moon
A symphony of creaking wood
The wind it sighs, misunderstood
The concert hall, a forgotten dream
Where violins once brightly gleam
Lost in echoes, soft and low
A serenade for weary steel
The music fades, the shadows steal
Across the yard, a ghostly tune
Beneath the crescent moon
Through rusted bars, a silver gleam
The moonbeams dance, a silent stream
Upon the strings, a silver mist
A melody, forever kissed
By silence, deep and cold and wide
A serenade for weary steel
The music fades, the shadows steal
Across the yard, a ghostly tune
Beneath the crescent moon
The botanist approaches slow
Her gentle touch, the seeds will sow
Within the wood, a life anew
The violin sings, a mournful hue
A melody of birth and loss
Through time it sings, a timeless art
A broken string, a mended heart
The echoes fade, the moon descends
The serenade, it never ends
The fog recedes, the stars appear
The violin weeps, a silent tear
But in the dawn, a golden ray
Awakens hope, a new day
A serenade for weary steel
The music fades, the shadows steal
Across the yard, a ghostly tune
Beneath the crescent moon
