I Teach the Stone to Call You Flesh | Symphonic Slavic Black Metal

A mark of thirty black teeth makes its offer: give up your strength, and every blow you strike will land where your hand has never been. In a city carved downward into a red cliff, bells ring at noon though no one pulls their ropes. When a pale army gathers in the salt valley below, the rulers turn to a quarry worker known for never striking anyone. This song is the voice of the mark they write into her skin: patient, tender, and certain it is only giving her what she needs. THE ELSEWOUND TRILOGY Victim: They Named Me the Unclosed Fist Relic: I Teach the Stone to Call You Flesh (this song) Legend: coming next Every song in one place: Reimagined Relics    • Reimagined Relics   Music generated with SUNO. Lyrics, lore and concept by DieariusMusic. If the bells reached you, subscribe and follow the trilogy to its final chapter. #DarkFantasy #SymphonicBlackMetal #AIMusic LYRICS [Intro] I sleep in thirty teeth of black beneath your skin, I wait where gentle breathing used to keep you warm, Lay down your open hand and let the work begin, I’ll trade your quiet heartbeat for a hammer’s storm. [Verse 1] I came to you on stone, not needle, warm and red, I opened from within the way a seed will split, I took the ease of standing and the weight you shed, And gave one trembling finger all the force of it. Your back forgets its rest, your pulse forgets its art, Your wounds stay neat and dry, they never learn to close, But tap the rim of silence and the world falls apart, And every cup in every hall will break in rows. [Pre-Chorus] What is a wall but bone that has not learned its name? What is a road but vein that waits to feel the beat? I only teach the world to answer you the same, So kneel within my script and let the blow complete. [Chorus] I teach the stone to call you flesh and bone, I teach the iron how to dream of ore, Your hand is weak, but never strikes alone, The blow arrives where hands have never been before. So give me one more tooth of black and night, And I will turn your fading into war, The less you hold, the deeper I will bite, I teach the stone to call you flesh forevermore. [Verse 2] They paint my teeth in charcoal on their children’s cheeks, They bake their bread like fists and raise my banners high, And when a sleeping child is opened, no one speaks, For every echo is a price the faithful buy. Beneath the salt there beats a pulse you take for bells, Beneath your mother’s song there runs a builder’s line, I never lied to you, I learned what memory sells, And every grave you mourned was hollowed into mine. [Chorus] I teach the stone to call you flesh and bone, I teach the iron how to dream of ore, Your hand is weak, but never strikes alone, The blow arrives where hands have never been before. So give me one more tooth of black and night, And I will turn your fading into war, The less you hold, the deeper I will bite, I teach the stone to call you flesh forevermore. [Bridge] You think I am a weapon written on a frame, You think the city sleeps, a body yours to keep, But streets begin to curl like fingers round a flame, And something vast is turning over in its sleep. You are not what I carry, you are where I tore, A seam of me that wandered off and learned to cry, So close the final gate and be apart no more, The lid beneath the salt is lifting toward the sky. [Final Chorus] I teach the stone to call you flesh and bone, I teach the iron how to dream of ore, Your hand is weak, but never strikes alone, The blow arrives where hands have never been before. So give me one more tooth of black and night, And I will turn your fading into war, The less you hold, the deeper I will bite, I teach the stone to call you flesh forevermore. Lay one palm on your heart, it is the only door, Strike inward, love, and I will scatter at your will, No wall, no bone, no city holds me anymore, Wherever anger lands, my bells are ringing still. [Outro] A grain of ash beneath the skin of those who strike, A tooth that joins with every wound they choose to make, No cliff, no crown, no chosen one, I wear you all alike, And somewhere in the dark, an unstruck bell will wake.