Luyện nghe bài hát The Watcher's Monolith

Blue textures cascade downward to the base of the
Like brush strokes on a canvas of
Two reach out a cloak of silent nihil
Revenants by the scythe
They are lost in the woods of time

Aloft in the that you hail
I am the fog seeps over here in the early hours

Standing proud in the hollow of the
A vestige of deeper purity in spirit against the sky

The menhir had runes carved in of oaken sovereignty
and could see the ages growing within the palms
I can feel the era slipping oblivion,
no longer the textures
I am becoming stone

As celebrate the dusk,
an old voice of wisdom haunts the

Shapes flicker in the light through the windows
The woodlands burn grace
Their silence the age

As wandering ghosts pass through the
A new age of lights the dawn

But who are they who pass by the
The shapes; like solar wheels scorched in the snow
by of the stone...
elder stone shall never fall!

Cast the aeons the void
So no other can seek them
No age, no hands shall taint
Pour the into the sun
They are lost forever in woods of time
Carve the into the stone
So another can find them
No age, no hands shall them
Pour the into the sun
They are lost in the dark woods of time