A:08 - 01. Saturn’s Shadows By Echo Gray V.04

Verse 1: The brittle air crackles with ancient rites, Chanting tongues beneath crumbling lights. A temple of frost, where the gods are stone, We dance to the rattle of bone on bone. Chorus: Under Saturn’s watch, the fires breed, Smoke curls upward — forgotten need. A promise, veiled, in dying embers, The earth trembles, but who remembers?