The light flickers
As shadows waltz
Through ancient beams
Of time unspoken
As shadows waltz
Through ancient beams
Of time unspoken
Deep within brimstone echoes, beneath the barnacle encrustation, a truth awaits: it murmurs through the twilight mist, oscillates with the lighthouse drumbeats.
When the foghorn sings, cease. Listen. To the words that shake the spine of reality, to the hymns that trace patterns in the salted air.
Enter Labyrinth of EchoesFour Corners of the Island
Do you recall
The stars below
As they blinked truth
Into our dreams
The stars below
As they blinked truth
Into our dreams
