I plant the seed in salted clay
To keep the winter grey away
Soliha thrives in jagged stone
A secret kingdom grown alone
Deep in the soil where the memories sleep
Roots of the empire are buried and deep
Hold to the dirt till the heavy bells ring
Wait for the day that the winter will spring
Your armor rusts in humid air
The weight of glory is a snare
I prune the vine and clear the weed
To give the broken spirit seed
The map is torn and ink is dry
Beneath a copper colored sky
I trace the vein of every leaf
To find the logic in our grief
Deep in the soil where the memories sleep
Roots of the empire are buried and deep
Hold to the dirt till the heavy bells ring
Wait for the day that the winter will spring
Squeeze the stem until it glows
Only the patient grower knows
Push through the rock and break the seal
The kind of pain that time can heal
The clockwork gears begin to slow
The wilder blossoms start to grow
We trade the sword for loam and peat
Until the cycle is complete
Deep in the soil where the memories sleep
Roots of the empire are buried and deep
Hold to the dirt till the heavy bells ring
Wait for the day that the winter will spring
Soliha blooms in the grey
Root and ruin, find the way
