Harps of the Ancient Temples
Listen, purify your bloodstained hands and the dust from all these flesh-stained lands Wanderer, cleanse your blinded eyes Wander, unleash your silent cries A ceremonial under moonshine A river floats like bloodred whine All my live here out of my veins The ancient temples demand to purify Neither flesh nor blood shall cross this sacred ledge For I am the spirit of the ancient stones I am the strings of the ancient tones For I am the spirit of the ancient stones I am the strings of the ancient tones I am the truth of the spoken word I am the light behind the sleeping world
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 18, 2026
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