[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
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[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
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[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
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