Epic Groove Enigma - Studio-Quality AI Music Generator by Tangra AI

[Verse] The dust settles on a crown of heavy glass While the shadows stretch across the velvet floor No one knows how much time has come to pass Behind the hinges of a locked and silver door The wind is pulling at the hem of ancient cloth In a room where the sun forgot to rise Like a moth drawn to the flicker of a flame There is a truth hidden underneath the lies [Verse] The maps are blank where the mountains meet the sea And the compass needle spins in frantic rounds You are the prisoner who holds the heavy key Walking softly on the consecrated grounds A single bell tolls beneath the frozen lake Sending ripples through the layers of the deep Every promise is a fragile thing to break While the guardians are falling fast asleep [Chorus] There is a hunger in the hollow of the bone A kingdom rising where the ruins used to stand The architecture of a secret left alone Built upon the shifting grains of desert sand Let the thunder be the only voice you trust When the horizon starts to bleed into the gray Everything we built is turning back to dust But the mystery is never stripped away [Bridge] Cut the tether from the anchor in the mud Watch the fire climb the staircase to the sky There is iron flowing thick within the blood And a question that will never need a why The heavy gates are swinging wide and tall But the path beyond is shrouded in the mist To find the center you must learn to lose it all In a world that only dreams it can exist [Verse] I saw the traces of a long forgotten reign In the patterns that the frost leaves on the stone A quiet dignity that lingers through the pain Of a monarch who is sitting on a throne The water carries all the whispers of the dead But the living are too loud to hear the sound Forget the maps and all the stories you were fed And seek the treasure that can never quite be found [Chorus] There is a hunger in the hollow of the bone A kingdom rising where the ruins used to stand The architecture of a secret left alone Built upon the shifting grains of desert sand Let the thunder be the only voice you trust When the horizon starts to bleed into the gray Everything we built is turning back to dust But the mystery is never stripped away

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