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Lyrics: [Intro] [Verse] The soil rests heavy on a chest once hollow A dozen winters buried in the clay The ink has faded from the marble hollow Where silent kings decide to rot away I hear the rustle of the cedar root Digging deep to find a drop of red The harvest of a long forgotten fruit The quiet conversations of the dead [Pre-Chorus] No trumpets blast to wake the limestone sleeping No thunder rolls across the velvet dark Just a steady tide of secrets creeping Through the iron gates and frozen park [Chorus] These murmurs rising from the sunken stone The cold confessions of the marrow bone A language written in the shifting dust Beyond the reach of vanity and lust They travel upward through the tangled weeds The harvest of a thousand broken deeds One final breath that never left the throat The ghost of every line I never wrote [Verse] A shadow flickers by the rusted railing The willow bends to catch a dying sound A thousand ghosts are tired of their prevailing Inside this sanctuary underground They tell of loves that withered in the morning Of wars that ended with a muffled cry A gentle gale without a hint of warning That carries every truth into the sky [Pre-Chorus] The moon is hanging like a silver token Spent upon a world that turned to grey The ancient seal of silence has been broken By words that didn't have the strength to stay [Chorus] These murmurs rising from the sunken stone The cold confessions of the marrow bone A language written in the shifting dust Beyond the reach of vanity and lust They travel upward through the tangled weeds The harvest of a thousand broken deeds One final breath that never left the throat The ghost of every line I never wrote [Outro] #symphonicmetal #gothicskies #gothic #metal #rock #music