New World from The Clearing by Dead Kings of Norway

Hello? Where have they gone?
It's emptied out, quiet now without the breeze.
The silence leaves a symphony.
Be not bereaved.

The slip can grow thick
Through trinkets and toys
Those crystal palisades
Nothing more than stones, rubble for the grove
They sputtered out so slow
These ancient pines, they natter and they blow.

Embrace this, embrace this new world

They made their homes on a kickstand
Those rhythms tore it all to the ground around them
Turned it all to dust
They built their nest in the quicksand
Those tracks won't lead you anywhere

We've been captives, and we've been kept away
This ground ain't sacred and the paths have been erased
Even mysteries buried deep grow old
Even mysteries born of fire grow cold

Embrace this new world

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