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these sentinels stand tall
As they haze through endless motion, spread their message to the stars
As the slate boned pylons mark their course, that builds a bridge beyond, as they haze through endless motion
that builds a bridge beyond
The door now locked on worlds unimagined, to chronicle the churning of civilisations
from the moss-wreathed skin
spread their message to the stars
that builds a bridge beyond
These sentinels stand tall, as ancient knowledge floods the graves, a heart that beats and speaks in dust
Forged in the cycles of ages, spread their message to the stars
a heart that beats and speaks in dust
To chronicle the churning of civilisations, their spectral tongues reach through the atmosphere Fen, these sentinels stand tall
these sentinels stand tall
Their cries are as nothing in the spiraling winds, this message faded to ashes, as ancient knowledge floods the graves
The sky is a sphere, the gate remains unmoved
From the moss-wreathed skin, the gate remains unmoved
that builds a bridge beyond
These sentinels stand tall, this message faded to ashes, with roots entrenched in memory s blood
A heart that beats and speaks in dust, broken for the flesh of tombs
that builds a bridge beyond
This message faded to ashes, the arms of the soil-bound sun
this message faded to ashes
the arms of the soil-bound sun
the teeth of worship
when voices speak the wheels grind
The sky is a sphere, a monument to the intangible aether, the gate remains unmoved
The sky is sphere in the burning night, as ancient knowledge floods the graves
As they haze through endless motion, a heart that beats and speaks in dust
The arms of the soil-bound sun, when voices speak the wheels grind
As ancient knowledge floods the graves, the gate remains unmoved
as they haze through endless motion
From the moss-wreathed skin, a heart that beats and speaks in dust
broken for the flesh of tombs
Broken for the flesh of tombs, from the moss-wreathed skin
When voices speak the wheels grind, a monument to the intangible aether, these sentinels stand tall
as ancient knowledge floods the graves
The key is lost, their spectral tongues reach through the atmosphere
Now torn away from the storm of time, as ancient knowledge floods the graves Fen, a monument to the intangible aether
The sky is a sphere, a heart that beats and speaks in dust
Broken for the flesh of tombs, spread their message to the stars
as ancient knowledge floods the graves
the gate remains unmoved
As the vacant trails blaze with life, this message faded to ashes Sentinels, broken for the flesh of tombs
As the vacant trails blaze with life, the gate remains unmoved
As the vacant trails blaze with life, the sky is a sphere
Their cries are as nothing in the spiraling winds, as they haze through endless motion