Everything here has come to an end
Buried forever under the sand
Tyrant and servant, minstrel and priest
All of them ceased to exist
Vanished in twilight and mist
Castles and scaffolds, towers and thrones
Left only letters on stones
Meanings that nobody knows
Gone are the kings turned into dust
From distant dark ages looking at us
Calling our names again and again
Abandoned in memories of men
In desperation and pain
Cold are the stones with images bleak
Faded are colors and weak
What if they really could speak?
But always on guard skeleton ghosts
Never desert their illusory posts
Dreaming of things that cannot be done
They follow the path of the sun
Heard and seen by no one
Wandering the ruins always alone
Reading these carvings in stone
Praying the gods of their own
Treachery, blood lust, deception and sin
Never forgotten but hidden within
Always appear in different forms
In silence and violent storms
Crowned with halos and horns
Time changes nothing mankind is the same
Bathing in glory and fame
Living and dying in shame
Reading these carvings in stone
Following ways of its own...
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024