Into the Painted Grey-Agalloch

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[02:40.20]The jagged lines in these wooden hands
[02:43.26]Speak of a silent aeon below the depths
[02:51.90]Of an austere ebon tide
[02:52.44]For centuries kingdoms have risen
[02:53.28]Upon the ancient hands of a god
[02:54.03]Once severed for the world's birth
[02:57.27]A sacrifice to the storms of life
[03:00.39]Now darkness is thine sanctum
[03:34.89]Temples of magma steam across the grey
[03:39.27]The arc that transcends my iconic pride
[03:44.91]For I am not an ageless god' no' I am imprisoned by time
[03:51.15]These ancient palms shall once again be mine
[04:05.04]Hands hands that lift the oceans
[04:08.22]To vertical depths above the stars
[04:12.48]For when I die' the universe will die with me
[04:16.74]And all will be lost forever gone
[04:19.86]Where am I
[04:20.37]How long shall I suffer here
[04:20.94]Forlorn in the cold neolithic embrace
[07:17.28]Forsaken deep in the sullen tide
[07:53.28]How long shall I suffer here
[07:54.36]Perched on the cliffside gazing out into the brine
[08:02.25]My archaic beard pours downward and joins the feral sea
[08:04.56]I am the heritage the quintessence of myth and legend
[08:07.29]The archetype of Pagan might and divinity
[09:09.90]Hands hands that lift the oceans
[09:13.89]To vertical depths beyond the stars
[09:20.31]I gather a celestial blanket around these tired bones
[09:24.54]And finally slumber in the clouds of ice
[10:08.43]These are my hands
[12:20.67]So it is done