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The Prophecy ( "It was carved into the underside of light" / Symphonic Metal | AI Music & Video )

Lyrics: [Intro] [Verse] The dust settles heavy on the broken marble floor I found the map drawn in a stranger's hand They told me the clouds would part and spill their secrets Before the salt reclaimed the hollow land The elders traded vision for a bit of quiet While the ink was drying on the faded page We were just children mimicking the thunder Locked inside the blueprint of a gilded cage [Verse] A sudden fever gripped the throat of every town The clocks stopped ticking but the pulse went on I saw the birds align in shapes of warning Just a second shorter than the break of dawn Nobody believed the boy who saw the water Turning into something that the fire could not burn We spent our currency on shadows and on safety Waiting for the wheel to take another turn [Chorus] It was written in the marrow of the bone It was carved into the underside of light Every word a seed that we had never sown Coming for the harvest in the middle of the night The iron is cold and the mountain is tall The writing is clear on the crumbling wall [Verse] I watched the merchants folding up their colorful silk The fortune teller packed her deck of cards and fled There is no profit left in knowing what is coming When the hungry ghosts are finally being fed The stars are rearranged into a different language A dialect the scholars never learned to speak The strong are looking for a place to hide their faces While the earth is inherited by the tired and the weak [Chorus] It was written in the marrow of the bone It was carved into the underside of light Every word a seed that we had never sown Coming for the harvest in the middle of the night The iron is cold and the mountain is tall The writing is clear on the crumbling wall [Chorus] It was written in the marrow of the bone It was carved into the underside of light Every word a seed that we had never sown Coming for the harvest in the middle of the night The iron is cold and the mountain is tall The writing is clear on the crumbling wall [Outro] #symphonicmetal #gothicskies #gothic #gothicrock #rock