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Morrigan - Atlas Of The Unknown

An epic progressive and psychedelic rock anthem about the mysteries of space. #progressiverock #morrigan Lyrics: [Verse 1] Silver dust on the windowsill Old charts spread across the floor Coffee rings on constellations Routes I traced a thousand times before [Verse 2] Lantern hum on an antique globe Spinning seas I’ve never sailed Tiny pins where legends ended Blank white gaps where every map has failed [Chorus] Draw me an atlas of the unknown Fold every question into roads I can roam If the stars are seeds in a dark Deep loam Show me how to grow Show me how to go Through the mystery—make it home [Verse 3] Childhood nights on the rooftop tiles Frost-bit fingers Counting scars of light You said “Every answer births a question” I watched my breath fade into the night [Verse 4] Dusty books like sleeping giants Margins full of someone else’s doubt I underlined the word “beginning” Wondered what the pages left out [Pre-Chorus] Is there a door inside this doubt? A hidden hinge in the fear I shout? If I lean into the unaligned Will the unknown lean back Be kind? [Chorus] Draw me an atlas of the unknown Fold every question into roads I can roam If the stars are seeds in a dark Deep loam Show me how to grow Show me how to go Through the mystery—make it home [Bridge] Teach me to fall through the floorboards of reason (oh) Hand over hand on a ladder of doubt Ride every spiral Each season Each treason Where all that I “knew” is burning out Let every “why” be a doorway I enter Feet on the edge of an infinite stair If wonder is the weight that keeps me centered Then gravity is just a kind of prayer [Verse 5] Signal flare on a distant shore Echo comes But never says my name I am sand inside a spiral shell Listening for someone else’s flame [Verse 6] Microscope Telescope Open hand Every lens just widens what we see Tiny worlds in a single raindrop Endless skies in a bent knee [Pre-Chorus] We are the question and the key A flicker asking “What could be?” If there’s a path through all this night It’s carved by those who strike a light [Chorus] Draw me an atlas of the unknown Fold every question into roads I can roam If the stars are seeds in a dark Deep loam Show me how to grow Show me how to go Through the mystery—call it home Through the mystery—call it home (oh yeah)