Saints of the Shattered Stones

#SaintsOfTheShatteredStones #valleyofdrybones #cinematicrock Three hours of suffocating dark. A torn veil. Then—limestone fractures. Welcome to a 145-BPM cinematic rock collision with history's most startling, ignored miracle. Remember the rattling echo of Ezekiel's valley of dry bones? That ancient breath hits the streets of Jerusalem right here. The Saints of the Shattered Stones didn't just wake up; they broke out. This heavy, baritone-driven track captures the visceral down payment of the grave's defeat—a raw, monumental precursor to the final, cosmic Resurrection promised in the book of Revelation. The tomb is empty. The seal is shattered. Listen to the dead walk. For all original lyrics and songs by Balance in Exile in several genres, click here.    • Balance in Exile - All Songs - All Genres   zhK2Y My Substack https://allenbagby.substack.com/ My fantasy fiction book Blood & Soul https://www.amazon.com/Blood-Soul-Cre... #ProgressiveRock #ChristianRock #ChristianMetal #ConservativeRock #DeepLyrics #spiritualwarfare Saints of the Shattered Stones by Balance In Exile Three hours of darkness swallowed the sun, The cross held the key, but there was more to be done. Seven more mysteries in a single breath told, The curtain torn and rocks split from old. The earth shakes in labor, stone seals give way, The womb of limestone broke open that day. An invisible hand at the moment He died, Ripping the veil to the world deep inside. The tombs broke open, the holy ones did wake, Out of shadows from graves they would break. The promised glory rising from sleep Walking alive through Jerusalem's street! Ezekiel's valley of scattered dry bones, Breathing and standing on Jerusalem's stone. They waited for Sunday, for Jesus to lead, Then walked from darkness and from death were freed. An invisible hand at the moment He died, Ripping the veil to the world deep inside. The tombs broke open, the holy ones did wake, Out of shadows from graves they would break. The promised glory rising from sleep Walking alive through Jerusalem's street! The scholars ignore it, the pastors look past, But the early fathers believed, the record stands fast. Not ghosts in a vision, not myths in the night, But bodies of the saints brought into the light! An invisible hand at the moment He died, Ripping the veil to the world deep inside. The tombs broke open, the holy ones did wake, Out of shadows from graves they would break. The promised glory rising from sleep Walking alive through Jerusalem's street! The price has been paid for the graves of all men, Do you believe He will do it again? Do you believe He will do it again? He will do it again. Balance in Exile © 2026 Allen G. Bagby ⚠️🛑 Disclaimer regarding YouTube's AI tag: I don't just push a button and let a robot do the work. The lyrics are mine, pulled from decades of my own life. The musical direction is mine, fought for over hours of trial, error, and algorithm-wrangling. The tech is artificial, but the art and the soul are real. Respect the labor!