Within the shadows of time, a song of mystery pulses beneath the sunken sands of ages.
Chant of the ancients, an ascent to echoes woven into the marrow of desire.
Silhouettes ripple in its chorus, sorrowful and haunting, ceaseless as the tide.
The verses craving liberation linger, fossilized thoughts residing in realms untrodden. Listen to the hush, embrace the enigma, dance with the revelations.