Dead Roots Stirring

Those days, where were we to go? Stumbling down the empty streets that will swallow in us whole. Breathing was the thing, we traversed this hazy mountain pass. Sipping harsh elixir, nights above us melting fast. I'm coming home. It's been so long. I'm coming home. Held fast the ship that board us forth. Enveloped in the darkness, buried frosty dreams in all. Spoke to me in slumber, fleeing on the wings of dawn. Ember flame arising, we better journey on. I'm coming home. I'm coming home.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Sense awaken So deep a breach against the ice Signs of stagnance Give way a flower of the time Old oak standing Worn bare a temple to the times New growth coming Green sheet a fabric of the lies Black void yawning This mass will bury us alive Dead roots stirring New life's shining in our eyes Not stay rooted to the shore Let the waves consume our bones Don't you know it's hard to live When we go it all alone

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Withered wisps of hair Upon a throne of gold You built your hollow kingdom For which you sold your soul A fading silent prayer Echoes as it dies The ones we seek, the longest are The ones we never find Blankly staring eyes As deep as holy jewels Fixed upon the future But deadened still and cruel Although it seems to shine Thought returns to dust Giving back the heathen ground The light she gave to us

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Rising up Broken down by will of time Swallow pride, wake you up divine Protects the low Watching those who will not shine What is lost, we will find Gave up lifetime Not on time, set shows the den The center moves the spineless free Senses are dead Push your head, but cannot see Can't look back up from the deep This side the wind keeps blowing Yet cuts me to the bone And now these hearts keep beating No gestures cold as stone The falling spade The wheel to blame the warning now Onto a burning massive flame The heavy fate to soon create will never die What still belongs possess the threat This doubtless spree of chaos Woven into the skies No gods of ancient ages A coven we despise

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025