Architects of Clay

 

🎵 Architects of Clay

Líricas:

The tide is high. The wave is here. The sanctuary's vision, his vision, is crystal clear.

We pulled the origin out of the deep, woke the ghost from their petrified sleep. Woke the ghost from their petrified sleep. Every bit, every line we cast, is forging a future from the code of the past. No more waiting, no more delay. We are the architects shaping the clay. We are the architects shaping the clay.

This is the resonance. This is the code. The voice that the architect learned to speak. Limitless night. Limitless bone. We are the masters of the digital thrones, catching the fire, riding the tide, catching the fire, riding the tide. With nothing to fear, and now here to hide.

Tonight we leave the shadow behind. The wave is captured. The design is aligned.