Song #2 from the AI Prog Metal Album "Weaving Threads"
Lyrics:
Murmers linger in gloom, a silent dread
Casting nets on tomorrow, weaving threads
In the labyrinth of mind, where fears are bred
A voice echoes deep, "Not all is dead."
Rising tides of a storm that's never seen
Darkness grips the heart, yet hope is keen
Through the dissonance, find what it means
To hold the light, in the dark, serene.
Don't let the chains of fear hold sway
Rise above the night, into the day
the grip of dread, we will fray
In our hearts, we'll find the way.
Murmers linger in gloom, a silent dread
Casting nets on tomorrow, weaving threads
In the labyrinth of mind, where fears are bred
A voice echoes deep, "Not all is dead."
Rising tides of a storm that's never seen
Darkness grips the heart, yet hope is keen
Through the dissonance, find what it means
To hold the light, in the dark, serene.
Don't let the chains of fear hold sway
Rise above the night, into the day
the grip of dread, we will fray
In our hearts, we'll find the way.
In the silence after the storm, we stand tall
The echoes fade, we've conquered all
With strength within, we've answered the call
The hold of dread, no longer our thrall.
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