歌词
In the shadowed halls where whispers dwell,
Where scrolls of wisdom weave their spell,
Ancient alchemists with eyesthat glow,
Chased the secrets that time would show.
From wise hearts to golden dreams,
They danced with nature, unraveled her schemes,
In crucibles deep, with fire’s hold,
They sought the truth, the soul’s hidden grace.
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Flasks filled with tinctures, colors that swirl,
Each potion a dance, each essence a pearl,
They brewed the elixirs of life and of lore,
In search of the secret to open the door.
The philosopher’s stone, a beacon so bright,
Promised transformation, from darkness to light,
With whispers of immortality’s promise,
In the crucible’s heart, they forged their dream.
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Across dusty tomes, alphanumeric fates,
Symbols of power, unlocking the gates,
Mercury’s flow, sulfur’s fierce heat,
In a dance of creation, they found their heartbeat.
Nature revealed her riddles and signs,
Mysteries woven in delicate lines,
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The four elements spiraled in cosmic embrace,
In the language of stars, they traced time and space.
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For every base matter that crumbled away,
Held promise of life in the dawn of the day,
In the twilight of knowledge, the boundaries blurred,
Between science and magic, a vision revealed.
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Ancient alchemy, with your mystical art,
You carved from the shadows the light from the heart,
From the ashes of lost, to the gold found new,
In the quest for the ether, we still seek the true.
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So here’s to the sages who dared to believe,
In transformation’s power, our spirits to weave,
Though centuries passed, your legacy shined,
In the heart of the seekers, forever in your dreams.
In twilight’s quiet, where shadows weave,
Beneath the whispering, ancient leaves,
A tapestry of time unfurls,
Where secrets dwell in forgotten swirls.
Dust covered pages in hidden halls,
With ink of night, where silence calls,
Every rune and etched desire,
Breathes life into the age-old fire.
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Through winding paths of timeless dreams,
Where moonlight flows in silver streams,
The air is thick with whispered spells,
As echoes of enchantment dwell.
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A sage with eyes like burning coals,
Recites the language of the souls,
With hands that dance in fluid grace,
He conjures magic in this sacred space.
The spirits rise from earthen beds,
Where once the ancients laid their heads,
With every chant, the world ignites,
Awakening the starry nights.
A crystal orb, a pendant shown bright,
Reflects the cosmos, pure full of life,
Each flicker pure, a story told,
Of kingdoms lost and legends so bold.
In forests deep and mountains high,
Beneath the watchful, ancient sky,
The magic lingers, wild and free,
In every leaf and the trembling sea.
So let us dream of times long past,
When magic flowed through hearts steadfast,
For in the passing of our days,
Lives the enchantment, the ancient ways
