Into The Painted Grey
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โฑ๏ธ 12:25 duration
๐ ID: 6404001
๐ Lyrics
The jagged lines in these wooden hands
Speak of a silent aeon below the depths
Of an austere ebon tide
For centuries kingdoms have risen
Upon the ancient hands of a god
Once severed for the world's birth
A sacrifice to the storms of life
Now darkness is thine sanctum
Temples of magma steam across the grey
The arc that transcends my iconic pride
For I am not an ageless god, no, I am imprisoned by time
These ancient palms shall once again be mine
Hands... hands that lift the oceans
To vertical depths above the stars
For when I die, the universe will die with me
And all will be lost forever gone
Where am I?
How long shall I suffer here?
Forlorn in the cold neolithic embrace
Forsaken deep in the sullen tide
How long shall I suffer here?
Perched on the cliffside gazing out into the brine
My archaic beard pours downward and joins the feral sea
I am the heritage; the quintessence of myth and legend
The archetype of Pagan might and divinity
Hands... hands that lift the oceans
To vertical depths beyond the stars
I gather a celestial blanket around these tired bones
And finally slumber in the clouds of ice
These are my hands...
...so it is done
Speak of a silent aeon below the depths
Of an austere ebon tide
For centuries kingdoms have risen
Upon the ancient hands of a god
Once severed for the world's birth
A sacrifice to the storms of life
Now darkness is thine sanctum
Temples of magma steam across the grey
The arc that transcends my iconic pride
For I am not an ageless god, no, I am imprisoned by time
These ancient palms shall once again be mine
Hands... hands that lift the oceans
To vertical depths above the stars
For when I die, the universe will die with me
And all will be lost forever gone
Where am I?
How long shall I suffer here?
Forlorn in the cold neolithic embrace
Forsaken deep in the sullen tide
How long shall I suffer here?
Perched on the cliffside gazing out into the brine
My archaic beard pours downward and joins the feral sea
I am the heritage; the quintessence of myth and legend
The archetype of Pagan might and divinity
Hands... hands that lift the oceans
To vertical depths beyond the stars
I gather a celestial blanket around these tired bones
And finally slumber in the clouds of ice
These are my hands...
...so it is done
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[02:38.39] The jagged lines in these wooden hands
[02:41.07] Speak of a silent aeon below the depths
[02:44.28] Of an austere ebon tide
[02:46.98] For centuries kingdoms have risen
[02:49.60] Upon the ancient hands of a god
[02:53.23] Once severed for the world's birth
[02:56.87] A sacrifice to the storms of life
[03:01.06] Now darkness is thine sanctum
[03:32.66] Temples of magma steam across the grey
[03:38.01] The arc that transcends my iconic pride
[03:43.84] For I am not an ageless god, no, I am imprisoned by time
[03:50.12] These ancient palms shall once again be mine
[03:57.47] Hands... hands that lift the oceans
[04:10.01] To vertical depths above the stars
[04:16.85] For when I die, the universe will die with me
[04:22.29] And all will be lost forever gone
[04:29.43] Where am I?
[06:44.79] How long shall I suffer here?
[06:58.35] Forlorn in the cold neolithic embrace
[07:10.06] Forsaken deep in the sullen tide
[07:17.21] How long shall I suffer here?
[07:45.68] Perched on the cliffside gazing out into the brine
[07:51.97] My archaic beard pours downward and joins the feral sea
[07:58.29] I am the heritage; the quintessence of myth and legend
[08:04.51] The archetype of Pagan might and divinity
[09:05.90] Hands... hands that lift the oceans
[09:11.32] To vertical depths beyond the stars
[09:17.69] I gather a celestial blanket around these tired bones
[09:23.96] And finally slumber in the clouds of ice
[09:30.22] These are my hands...
[10:34.23] ...so it is done
[12:23.75]
[02:41.07] Speak of a silent aeon below the depths
[02:44.28] Of an austere ebon tide
[02:46.98] For centuries kingdoms have risen
[02:49.60] Upon the ancient hands of a god
[02:53.23] Once severed for the world's birth
[02:56.87] A sacrifice to the storms of life
[03:01.06] Now darkness is thine sanctum
[03:32.66] Temples of magma steam across the grey
[03:38.01] The arc that transcends my iconic pride
[03:43.84] For I am not an ageless god, no, I am imprisoned by time
[03:50.12] These ancient palms shall once again be mine
[03:57.47] Hands... hands that lift the oceans
[04:10.01] To vertical depths above the stars
[04:16.85] For when I die, the universe will die with me
[04:22.29] And all will be lost forever gone
[04:29.43] Where am I?
[06:44.79] How long shall I suffer here?
[06:58.35] Forlorn in the cold neolithic embrace
[07:10.06] Forsaken deep in the sullen tide
[07:17.21] How long shall I suffer here?
[07:45.68] Perched on the cliffside gazing out into the brine
[07:51.97] My archaic beard pours downward and joins the feral sea
[07:58.29] I am the heritage; the quintessence of myth and legend
[08:04.51] The archetype of Pagan might and divinity
[09:05.90] Hands... hands that lift the oceans
[09:11.32] To vertical depths beyond the stars
[09:17.69] I gather a celestial blanket around these tired bones
[09:23.96] And finally slumber in the clouds of ice
[09:30.22] These are my hands...
[10:34.23] ...so it is done
[12:23.75]