The Beckoning Silence
Wind the purple pennant around the iron stake
Pull the rough belt tighter cross the frozen lake
Bow to the white silence
Adore the icy shrine
A hail of stones comes over - All covering the spine
We made a golden promise and swore we never part
The hymns sung to our glory will melt the hidden heart
A rusted nail will hold us and bond us to the end
And even if we fall together we will stand
The rope connects our navel - Pumping the noblest blood
A bite into the knuckle - That will untie the knot
Smell the blue lavender - And stray through marble fields
Shattered in the canyons - The diamond shine reveals
We made a golden promise and swore we never part
The hymns sung to our glory will melt the hidden heart
A rusted nail will hold us and bond us to the end
And even if we fall together we will stand
We made a golden promise and swore we never part
The hymns sung to our glory will melt the hidden heart
Together to the holy heights
Down to the icy cold
From eagle flight – to pits below
Heroic tales are told
A storm will come, the rope will break
The oath of gorge is done
Cold bodies swing in roaring winds
The covenant will last
Pull the rough belt tighter cross the frozen lake
Bow to the white silence
Adore the icy shrine
A hail of stones comes over - All covering the spine
We made a golden promise and swore we never part
The hymns sung to our glory will melt the hidden heart
A rusted nail will hold us and bond us to the end
And even if we fall together we will stand
The rope connects our navel - Pumping the noblest blood
A bite into the knuckle - That will untie the knot
Smell the blue lavender - And stray through marble fields
Shattered in the canyons - The diamond shine reveals
We made a golden promise and swore we never part
The hymns sung to our glory will melt the hidden heart
A rusted nail will hold us and bond us to the end
And even if we fall together we will stand
We made a golden promise and swore we never part
The hymns sung to our glory will melt the hidden heart
Together to the holy heights
Down to the icy cold
From eagle flight – to pits below
Heroic tales are told
A storm will come, the rope will break
The oath of gorge is done
Cold bodies swing in roaring winds
The covenant will last
Credits
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