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BELLS OF SOUL - I kiss the floor where time once knelt

A quiet devotion to the ruins of time, where memory bows and the soul still dares to linger. BELLS OF SOUL - I kiss the floor where time once knelt #gothicrock #postpunk #tradgoth #darkwave This is the fourth track of the CD: YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO FEEL HAPPINESS Listen to it on Bandcamp: https://officialbellsofsoul.bandcamp.... SUPPORT: email and PAYPAL: bellsofsoul@gmail.com Subscribe to the channel:    / @bellsofsoul   Lyrics: I kiss the floor where time once knelt Broken lamps light up the shadows Seconds echo like bells Painful feelings under the rug, Lost hearts in a sunless room. I kiss the floor where time once knelt Who’s at the door? Steps on the floor Someone’s out there Heart in despair Stuck in a cellar Stuck in my mind No more flowers ahead or behind I kiss the floor where time once knelt #luosfoslleb #gothicrock #postpunk #tradgoth #darkwave I KISS THE FLOOR WHERE TIME ONCE KNELT moves like a slow ritual inside a forgotten house, where every sound carries the weight of what has already happened. Broken lamps do not illuminate the room—they teach the shadows how to breathe. Seconds toll like distant bells, marking not hours but losses, each chime a reminder that time was once merciful enough to kneel here, before abandoning the place. Pain is swept under the rug, yet it never disappears; it hums beneath the floorboards alongside hearts that learned to beat without sunlight. The song listens closely to absence. A door becomes a question, footsteps a threat or a hope, and the space between them tightens like a held breath. Someone might be out there—or it might only be memory knocking from the inside. Despair settles quietly, not as a scream but as a constant presence, a shadow leaning against the wall. In this world, silence speaks fluently, and every echo feels like a confession that never found a listener. Trapped between cellar and mind, past and nowhere, the narrator wanders a landscape where nothing grows forward or back. No flowers bloom because time has lost its direction, curling in on itself like a wounded animal. And still, the gesture repeats: "I kiss the floor where time once knelt"—not as submission, but as remembrance. It is an act of reverence for what was sacred before everything fractured, a quiet vow made to ruins, proving that even in collapse, devotion survives. Forgetfulness:    • BELLS OF SOUL - Forgetfulness   A toast to you ( #shorts : AI)    • BELLS OF SOUL | A toast to you |   What one need that for?    • BELLS OF SOUL - What one need that for?   I kiss the floor where time once knelt:    • Видео