Track Insight / Lyrics
Worn gramophone, a relic of times past
Chipped slate halls, stones cracked from the mass
Shadows creep, scribing ancient lines
As dusk settles, an eerie stillness clings
The mountains tower, a sentinel stand
Above the temple's crumbling, frozen land
Misty veils hide secrets from the sun
Cold wind whispers truths yet yet to be done
Behind the stones, the audio dust
The rooms where voices were once a trust
Echoing myths, or so it's said
Whispers on the slate, now all the dead
Vines snaking walls, entwining glass
Cobwebs dance, as wind lends its sass
Faded portraits gaze, eyes tempered by time
Silence molds away the clamor of the prime
The mountains tower, a sentinel stand
Above the temple's crumbling, frozen land
Misty veils hide secrets from the sun
Cold wind whispers truths yet yet to be done
Behind the stones, the audio dust
The rooms where voices were once a trust
Echoing myths, or so it's said
Whispers on the slate, now all the dead
Steps creak, a sole soul draws near
The forgotten gramophone stirs, clears its ear
Torn vinyl unfurls, a crackling sigh
As ancient tales, once silenced, begin to lie
The mountains tower, a sentinel stand
Above the temple's crumbling, frozen land
Misty veils hide secrets from the sun
Cold wind whispers truths yet yet to be done
Behind the stones, the audio dust
The rooms where voices were once a trust
Echoing myths, or so it's said
Whispers on the slate, now all the dead
Random notes drift on the mountain breeze
As the temple's keeper pays her final fees
Dust on the gramophone begins to settle fast
Whispers thinning, as the story's told to the blast
