Masters of the Bone

 

🎵 Masters of the Bone

Líricas:

The ink is dry, the seal is pressed. I lock the ghost within the chest. A name, a date, a fractured light. Sealed in the silence of the night.

What was lost is now defined. A monument within the mind. The iron holds what we cannot reach. A silent truth, a wordless speech. Remembrance seal, the iron wall. We remember, one and all.

The past is set in absolute stone. We are the masters of the bone. The seal is closed, the lock is turned. Every lesson that we learned. Remembrance seal, the gate is tight. We are the keepers of the light.

The seal is set. The ghost is home. The Dominium is our own.