Where whispering stones lament the sylvan gods demise
Ichor drowns the root where ancient pulse still cries
Soul-spark still yearns amidst cold machine's parade
The old world sighs, by heart's betrayal unmade

O dawn-chaste core
No blight shall dim thy grace
Where astral rivers stand
There, old light stays

Where shattered time bleeds through gaia's gear-bound veins
Dream-ash swids where no sacred dew remains
A ghost-light choked in the iron womb's embrace
A phantom bloom in soul's deserted space

O dawn-chaste core
No blight shall dim thy grace
Where astral rivers stand
There, old light stays

And when the wild is gagged by neon's consuming blight
A memory glows in the quartz-veined twilight
The soul glimpses the ghost of wonder's grace
A spell reborn in the astral light, engraved

Why mourn the grove when starlight will remains?
Code-carved tombs guard phoenix grace
Echoes of myth pierce the cipher-stream
Gaia whispers I am, the eternal dream

Spirit still remembers
The astral light, remembers

Spirit still remembers
Spirit still remembers