Beneath the Dust of Ancient Tomes

Beneath the dust of ancient books I stray,
In search of echoes from a vanished day.
Among forgotten masters of the art,
I seek a voice not born of mortal heart.

Through rust of sorrow, silent grief and pain,
A song from distant years shall rise again.
The strings of memory will softly start,
And wake the ancient world within my heart.

Chorus

We cannot break the thread that binds us still,
The past must live within our hearts and will.
Let centuries be warmed by every note,
And let an ancient voice once more devote.

Verse 2

Among the volumes sleeping under dust,
I seek the breath of ages wrapped in rust.
I long to see forgotten melodies bloom,
And leave behind oblivion's dark gloom.

I'll melt the frozen ice of long neglect,
And show the world the secrets we protect.
Let old creations sing and resonate,
The bond with former days we must not break.

Chorus

We cannot break the thread that binds us still,
The past must live within our hearts and will.
Let centuries be warmed by every note,
And let an ancient voice once more devote.

Bridge

The time has come to warm the frozen hour,
And melt the cloudy ice with music's power.
Let people hear forgotten works once more,
And let the singer breathe new life ashore.