Track Insight / Lyrics
Dig through the loam and the heavy gray clay,
Roots find a path to the breaking of day.
Latin names carved in the bark of the pine,
Holding the secret, a delicate line.
Wild as the briar, steady and slow,
Watching the garden of Runeterra grow.
Tangle the spirit, bind up the bone,
Finding a kingdom we call our own.
Steel hits the soil in a sudden sharp beat,
Iron and ember, a shimmering heat.
Patience is water, a slow steady drip,
Holding the balance, a tightening grip.
Pruning the thorns from a weathered old gate,
Walking the border, accepting the fate.
Silt on the fingers, a dark earthy stain,
Drinking the nectar of summer and rain.
Wild as the briar, steady and slow,
Watching the garden of Runeterra grow.
Tangle the spirit, bind up the bone,
Finding a kingdom we call our own.
Deep in the marrow, the xylem will flow,
Giving the strength for the spirit to glow.
Bury the sorrow, plant it in peat,
Turning the bitter to something so sweet.
Clockwork and copper, a mechanical hum,
Waiting for signals, the hour has come.
Petals of silver, a crystalline bloom,
Carving a light in the heaviest gloom.
Wild as the briar, steady and slow,
Watching the garden of Runeterra grow.
Tangle the spirit, bind up the bone,
Finding a kingdom we call our own.
Plant it deep,
While we sleep.
