DMNtooor - Under the Wrappings

I was left in the silence, sealed beneath the stone,
Every breath was stolen, but I still held my throne.
Dust upon my tongue, shadows in my veins,
I was never broken, only bound in chains.

Hear the heartbeat in the crypt,
Every shroud begins to rip.
You can’t bury what won’t rest,
I am hunger, I am death.

I rise from the sand,
Time slips through my hands.
Wrapped in ruin, still I stand,
Empire turned into ghost land.
I rise from the dust,
Rot and rust become my trust.
Even gods will turn to stone,
But I remain alone.

Whispered prayers decay, carved into the wall,
Kingdoms fade to nothing, but I outlive them all.
Eyes like hollow glass, staring through the years,
Every scar’s a weapon, every curse is near.

Every coffin cracks in time,
Every secret turns to mine.
You can’t cage eternity,
I’m the echo endlessly.

I rise from the sand,
Time slips through my hands.
Wrapped in ruin, still I stand,
Empire turned into ghost land.
I rise from the dust,
Rot and rust become my trust.
Even gods will turn to stone,
But I remain alone.

Buried voices call my name,
Through the linen, through the pain.
No salvation, no disguise,
In the dark, I realize…

I rise from the sand,
Time slips through my hands.
Wrapped in ruin, still I stand,
Empire turned into ghost land.
I rise from the dust,
Out of silence, out of rust.
You can pray, but you can’t hide,
I’m the curse that won’t subside.

#alternative #alternativerock #mummy