[00:18.51]Title:Into the Painted Grey [00:53.96]Band:Agalloch [02:38.38]The jagged lines in these wooden hands [02:41.63]speak of a silent aeon below the depths [02:44.81]of an austere ebon tide [02:47.30]for centuries kingdoms have risen [02:51.20]upon the ancient hands of a god [02:54.28]once severed for the world's birth [02:57.55]a sacrifice to the storms of life [03:01.49]now darkness is thine sanctum [03:06.77] [03:32.57]Temples of magma steam across the grey [03:38.69]The arc that transcends my iconic pride [03:45.17]For I am not an ageless god' no' I am imprisoned by time [03:51.47]These ancient palms shall once again be mine [03:58.63] [04:04.54]Hands...hands that lift the oceans [04:10.59]to vertical depths above the stars [04:17.07]For when I die' the universe will die with me [04:23.37]and all will be lost forever gone [04:29.95] [05:14.60] [06:32.87]Where am I? [06:45.10]How long shall I suffer here? [06:58.00]Forlorn in the cold neolithic embrace [07:10.64]Forsaken deep in the sullen tide [07:17.84]How long shall I suffer here? [07:23.60] [07:46.36]Perched on the cliffside gazing out into the brine [07:52.60]My archaic beard pours downward and joins the feral sea [07:58.92]I am the heritage; the quintessence of myth and legend [08:04.80]The archetype of Pagan might and divinity [08:15.94] [09:05.88]Hands...hands that lift the oceans [09:12.00]to vertical depths beyond the stars [09:18.69]I gather a celestial blanket around these tired bones [09:24.83]and finally slumber in the clouds of ice [10:08.82]These are my hands... [10:34.19]...so it is done [11:21.37]