"Bronze dust… red smoke… rows of shrines." "I polish bronze, align each shrine; the mallet falls, history on the line. Incense warms, tablets start to breathe; my quiet chants begin to seethe." "“Preservation,” I still claim yet gongs taste sweet and change their name." "Count to three | ONE-two-three...." "The canon writhes; new roots take hold first press heart with fungal gold." "Strike me like a living bell; spirit stamped with spore and spell. Old ghosts dance beneath this beat; the temple learns to eat." "The gong… a door." "I swore the dead stayed clean and still; now spirits rise and choose my will. The shrine rearranges in time; my throat now hums a borrowed rhyme." "I taste the resin, bronze, and glue they taste me back and sort me too." "Number to nectar. Code to hymn." "Crates erupt with cap and stem; liner notes rewrite them." "I kept the idols safe from rust; they kept a mouth beneath the dust." "Take my voice, warp my spine. Make this ritual divine!!" "ONE-two-three | ONE-two-three ONE-two-three | ONE-two-three ONE-two-three | ONE-two-three!" "Strike me like a living bell; ancient soul with fungal spell. If history bends, let it be this new prayers sealed with spore and kiss." "Ritual complete… commence the feast." Original track and lyrics by Zalixor - © 2025 TKCen ---------------------------------------------------------- Mastered track on Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/tkcen/the-curators-lament-temple-remix Join our AI:U community at https://discord.gg/aiufm and listen to our radio at https://aiu.fm/
