The Silent Steeple

ntro)

(Sound of a distant, muffled church bell tolling once)

(Low, humming choir-like synthesizers that fade in)

​(Verse 1)

Ascending slow through the frozen mist

A morning gold that the clouds have kissed

The stone stands tall in the white embrace

A monument of ancient grace

The world below is a quiet blur

While the angels in the rafters stir.

​(Chorus)

Circle the cross, circle the spire

Rising above the winter’s fire

The snow is a prayer falling from the sky

Under the gaze of the morning eye

Higher we go, where the air is still

Over the valley, over the hill.

​(Bridge - Deep, ethereal echo)

"From up here...

the world looks like a dream.

Every roof is white,

every breath is holy.

Peace on the ground...

Peace in the air."

​(Verse 2)

The bells are sleeping in the hollow tower

Waiting for the lonely morning hour

Shadows dancing on the sacred wall

Watching the silver blessings fall

The drone is a bird with a silent wing

Hearing the song that the snowflakes sing.

​(Outro)

(The beat stops, leaving only a soft organ-like hum)

(Sound of wind at a high altitude)

Ancient stone...

Newborn snow...

Rano ujutru...

Let it go