Track Insight / Lyrics
Deep in the loam of the old stone floor,
The torchlight opens a heavy door.
Sallow and pale is the mossy wall,
Where the cold water and ivy fall.
Wake the seed in the hallowed ground,
Where the heavy gold and iron sound.
Breathe the life in the ancient vein,
Wash the salt from the silver rain.
Dryad and lichen in Latin tongue,
Songs of the soil that the elders sung.
Patience is found in the blackened peat,
Where the cold stone and the clover meet.
Monstera vines wrap the broken throne,
Life finds a way through the jagged bone.
Sown in the dark of a divine night,
Waiting for sparks of a sudden light.
Wake the seed in the hallowed ground,
Where the heavy gold and iron sound.
Breathe the life in the ancient vein,
Wash the salt from the silver rain.
Touch the bark of the timeless tree,
Set the locked and the frozen free.
One soft breath on a dormant leaf,
Turning the tide of a century grief.
Two quiet strangers with dirt on hands,
Reading the map of the ruined lands.
Softly they plant a new kind of grace,
Hidden away in this holy place.
Wake the seed in the hallowed ground,
Where the heavy gold and iron sound.
Breathe the life in the ancient vein,
Wash the salt from the silver rain.
The sleeping root.
The sleeping root.
Sown in the stone.
