Pilgrims Grey

Lyrics

Stones rose carved from the bones of earth
Twisted spires piercing the sky's edge
Marks etched deep with purpose unseen
A code of light and shadow mirrored dreams

They toiled in silence hands of flame
Building what once adorned the heights
A realm that fell from distant echoes
Now cast into dust and stone

The ground shook beneath their weight
Ancient blood and fire mixed with clay
Pillars reaching to split the firmament
An image of what once was lost
Reflected in the cracks of reality
But beneath the Wanderer walked unseen

Watching their labor reshape the land
Beneath a banner of stolen stars

They carved paths with secrets buried
Halls of knowing for their kind alone
In shadows they whispered of dominion
Of a crown that would never belong

What was made for the sons of dust
They claimed with ancient hands
And from the dust they molded more
Twisting forms until the mirror shattered

Reflections twisted in polished stone
Echoes of realms they called their own"As Above so below" they spoke
Hands raised high bound by oath
Symbols burned with ancient pain
Marks of dominion etched through veins
Their kingdom carved in brittle clay
While shadows mocked the light of day

The Grey Wanderer walked among the bones
Silent witness to their dark creation
He saw the clay that once bore breath
Changed and marked with forgotten fire
Not human not spirit caught in between
A stolen birthright marked with scars

But beneath The Wanderer walked among the bones
But cracks already bled beneath
For all their light the shadows grew
And the earth's own cry whispered back
The Wanderer turned from their monument
Knowing the dust remembers

Stones rose carved from the bones of earth
Twisted spires piercing the sky's edge
Marks etched deep with purpose unseen
A code of light and shadow mirrored dreams
They toiled in silence hands of flame
Building what once adorned the heights
A realm that fell from distant echoes
Now cast into dust and stone

The ground shook beneath their weight
Ancient blood and fire mixed with clay
Pillars reaching to split the firmament
An image of what once was lost
Reflected in the cracks of reality
But beneath the Wanderer walked unseen
Watching their labor reshape the land
Beneath a banner of stolen stars
They carved paths with secrets buried
Halls of knowing for their kind alone
In shadows they whispered of dominion
Of a crown that would never belong
What was made for the sons of dust
They claimed with ancient hands
And from the dust they molded more
Twisting forms until the mirror shattered

Stone to sky the ashen towers stood
But cracks already bled beneath
For all their light the shadows grew
And the earth's own cry whispered back
The Wanderer turned from their monument
Knowing the dust remembers
Their mocked twisting forms until the mirror shattered

Til cast into dust from temples of real stone
Echoes of forms they called their own there