First Thessalonians

(Verse 1)
Ancient echoes from the marble floor
Silken shadows dance at the temple door
A letter written in the ink of tears
To the faithful few through the weight of years
From the ruins of the Aegean sea
Comes a whisper of eternity
Turned from idols to the living light
While we wait for the coming of the night.

(Chorus)
Labor of love in the valley of dread
Waking the spirits of the holy dead
The trumpet is tuned to a minor key
To summon the souls of the galaxy

(Verse 2)
Watchers on the wall in the velvet black
No thief in the night shall hold us back
Put on the breastplate, the iron, the faith
In the garden of shadows, we conquer the wraith
For we are the children of the day and the light
Clinging to hope in the heart of the night
Comfort each other with words made of stone
Until the great silence is finally known.

(Chorus)
Labor of love in the valley of dread
Waking the spirits of the holy dead
The trumpet is tuned to a minor key
To summon the souls of the galaxy

(Bridge)
Evermore... rejoice.
Without ceasing... pray.
In everything... give thanks.
Quench not the spirit
Despise not the prophecy
Hold fast to that which is good.

(Chorus)
Labor of love in the valley of dread
Waking the spirits of the holy dead
The trumpet is tuned to a minor key
To summon the souls of the galaxy

(Outro)
To meet the Lord in the air...
In the air...
In the velvet air...
The grace of our Lord be with you.

High tempo, goth metal with a male baritone gravel voice and a harmonic melodic chorus