Spirits Of The Acient Stars ( "They are the architects..." / Symphonic Metal | AI Music & Video )

Lyrics: [Intro] [Verse] The silver dust settles on the limestone floor Where the pulse of a billion years beats once more A cold flint spark in the belly of the night Carving out shadows from the pale marrow of light The iron in our blood was forged in a distant kiln Before the mountains rose or the rivers learned to spill We are the heavy residue of a cooling furnace sky Waiting for the embers to catch and the cinders to fly [Verse] Old lanterns swinging on the belt of the giant Tethered to the dark but forever defiant They watched the oceans boil and the continents drift Through every seismic sigh and every tectonic shift The maps we draw are just scratches in the clay Compared to the paths that the constellations lay There is no silence beneath this vaulted dome Just the humming of the travelers trying to find home [Chorus] Oh the architects of the void are waking up Pouring fermented lightning into a porcelain cup The fragments of the first fire are calling out the names Of the ghosts who went missing in the ancestral flames They drift through the wreckage of the cosmic debris Looking for a harbor in the black salted sea The spirits of the ancient stars are breathing in the gale Writing out the testament on a tattered canvas sail [Bridge] The clockwork of the heavens has no use for our time It does not care for reason or the cadence of a rhyme It only knows the gravity and the pulling of the tide And the secrets that the nebulae are desperate to hide We are the looking glass for a gaze that never ends Where the beginning of the circle finally meets its bends [Verse] I saw them in the reflection of a frozen winter well Voices like the ringing of a heavy copper bell They are the architects who built the house of air With rafters made of longing and a staircase of despair They don’t need the monuments we pile toward the clouds Or the vanity of kings wrapped in gold-threaded shrouds They only need the memory of the heat before the frost To find the tangled lineages that the centuries have lost [Verse] Pick up a handful of this gritty canyon sand And feel the weight of empires crumbling in your hand Every grain was once a sun that burned itself to sleep Into the dark recesses where the quiet hunters creep The wind is just a messenger returning from the brink With more stories than a human heart can ever dare to think We are standing on the shoulders of the dying and the bold Trading in our copper for a legacy of gold [Pre-Chorus] The veil is getting thinner where the horizon meets the ground The only way to listen is to lose the sense of sound The ancestors are dancing in the static of the sphere Turning every shadow into something we should fear [Chorus] Oh the architects of the void are waking up Pouring fermented lightning into a porcelain cup The fragments of the first fire are calling out the names Of the ghosts who went missing in the ancestral flames They drift through the wreckage of the cosmic debris Looking for a harbor in the black salted sea The spirits of the ancient stars are breathing in the gale Writing out the testament on a tattered canvas sail [Outro] #symphonicmetal #gothicskies #gothic #rock #metal #music