Basalt Hymn

[Verse 1]
The air grows heavy, charged with unspoken years.
Like pressure hardening, distilling all my fears.
Petrichor rises, an old memory, cold and deep.
Secrets etched in granite, promises I keep.

[Chorus]
Basalt hymn, in the silent, misty air.
Heavy truth, only stone and dust can bear.

[Verse 2]
Through high mountain passes, where the fog hangs low and dense.
I trace the fault lines of my own inherited sense.
The quiet of the valleys, a slow, geological sigh.
Where ancient rivers carved, as the Andean moons drift by.

[Chorus]
Basalt hymn, in the silent, misty air.
Heavy truth, only stone and dust can bear.

[Bridge]
Every shard of silence, a facet, sharp and clear.
A crystal formed from burdens, whispered in my ear.
What the grandmothers carried, deep within their core.
Now an echo in my bones, asking for nothing more.

[Chorus]
Basalt hymn, in the silent, misty air.
Heavy truth, only stone and dust can bear.

[Outro]
Just the drone of the 808, a seismic hum beneath the mist.
Another layer settling, forever kissed.