Lyrics
That which has come apart, has been savored
In sacred ways,
The fashioning of clay
The humble roots that comes of being born bare foot
Transcend the spirit through trials
And vials
And ways of wine, barreled and harbored under the flesh
That which hath come to me, is drowning-
Willingly; as so is the folly of man
Gladly don a parting,
To your farewell parties
A flower crown,
Gladly shed, say I,
I said; I‘ll hold it down
The remains of mine own temple,
No longer lay silent
But shift in Echos sound
Returning
The ocean waves,
Fashioning creation
Like a ball in my hands
Rounding it in my palms,
I can use this
or manipulate
what I want
From what I gain,
And from which I do not,
Though,
God creates, men talk
About the fall
or his part in it,
Whomever does first
Or whatever
In the end,
Severs apart
the innately sacred
Details
GeneratedJul 29, 2026
Duration3:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
metal, symphonic metal, gothic metal, punk, post punk, doom metal, epic doom, folk metal, melodic death metal
Credits
Prompt byprettylittlefilly
ModelAria v5.5
