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Lyrics:

[Intro]

[Verse]
The silver dust settles on the limestone floor
Where the pulse of a billion years beats once more
A cold flint spark in the belly of the night
Carving out shadows from the pale marrow of light
The iron in our blood was forged in a distant kiln
Before the mountains rose or the rivers learned to spill
We are the heavy residue of a cooling furnace sky
Waiting for the embers to catch and the cinders to fly

[Verse]
Old lanterns swinging on the belt of the giant
Tethered to the dark but forever defiant
They watched the oceans boil and the continents drift
Through every seismic sigh and every tectonic shift
The maps we draw are just scratches in the clay
Compared to the paths that the constellations lay
There is no silence beneath this vaulted dome
Just the humming of the travelers trying to find home

[Chorus]
Oh the architects of the void are waking up
Pouring fermented lightning into a porcelain cup
The fragments of the first fire are calling out the names
Of the ghosts who went missing in the ancestral flames
They drift through the wreckage of the cosmic debris
Looking for a harbor in the black salted sea
The spirits of the ancient stars are breathing in the gale
Writing out the testament on a tattered canvas sail

[Bridge]
The clockwork of the heavens has no use for our time
It does not care for reason or the cadence of a rhyme
It only knows the gravity and the pulling of the tide
And the secrets that the nebulae are desperate to hide
We are the looking glass for a gaze that never ends
Where the beginning of the circle finally meets its bends

[Verse]
I saw them in the reflection of a frozen winter well
Voices like the ringing of a heavy copper bell
They are the architects who built the house of air
With rafters made of longing and a staircase of despair
They don’t need the monuments we pile toward the clouds
Or the vanity of kings wrapped in gold-threaded shrouds
They only need the memory of the heat before the frost
To find the tangled lineages that the centuries have lost

[Verse]
Pick up a handful of this gritty canyon sand
And feel the weight of empires crumbling in your hand
Every grain was once a sun that burned itself to sleep
Into the dark recesses where the quiet hunters creep
The wind is just a messenger returning from the brink
With more stories than a human heart can ever dare to think
We are standing on the shoulders of the dying and the bold
Trading in our copper for a legacy of gold

[Pre-Chorus]
The veil is getting thinner where the horizon meets the ground
The only way to listen is to lose the sense of sound
The ancestors are dancing in the static of the sphere
Turning every shadow into something we should fear

[Chorus]
Oh the architects of the void are waking up
Pouring fermented lightning into a porcelain cup
The fragments of the first fire are calling out the names
Of the ghosts who went missing in the ancestral flames
They drift through the wreckage of the cosmic debris
Looking for a harbor in the black salted sea
The spirits of the ancient stars are breathing in the gale
Writing out the testament on a tattered canvas sail

[Outro]

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