Track Insight / Lyrics
Footsteps echo off the ancient stone,
Tessellated patterns worn and overthrown.
In a hidden glade, a wizened sage,
Holds court beneath the alpine age.
He leads me deeper, cloaked in mist,
Past toppled statues, chiseled visages kissed.
Secrets locked in crumbling legends old,
Whispers of a people long since cold.
But I navigate, with compass in my heart,
Rusty emblem of a man's futile start.
Seeking solace, or a glimpse of home,
Through these forgotten halls, where none may roam.
The wind it moans, a haunting, mournful sigh,
Warming worn wood, as if a ghost drew nigh.
And in the walls, where shadows play and glide,
Perhaps the echoes still of a long-forgotten tide.
He leads me deeper, unfathomable space,
Where darkness reigns, and time loses its pace.
Shadows writhe upon the Undergent's face,
Tattered banners, tumbled, and unadorned.
But I navigate, with compass in my heart,
Rusty emblem of a man's futile start.
Seeking solace, or a glimpse of home,
Through these forgotten halls, where none may roam.
Ah, the horns and strings now, in syncopated play,
A joyous chant, as the rhythm leads the way.
Buried deep, a pulse beats strong and free,
A funk 'n' disco anthem, meant to break the sea.
Maybe this journey just an endless test,
Maybe guides are demons, or my own unrest.
But I'll press on, inscribed on heart and bone,
Tracing this course, till I reach my own.
I'll navigate, with compass in my hand,
Rusty relic grafted, scar upon my land.
Seeking refuge, from this world unseen,
Through forgotten temples, where my path's unsown.
As I depart, the sage now just a haze,
The temple fades, into the endless maze.
My compass rusts, but still holds true,
For in its bent lines, a spirit or two.
