Black Salt [The Alchemyst] // shroud8

The Alchemist's Log: Black Salt Black Salt serves as the bridge between the decay of the Nigredo phase and the clarity of Albedo. It is the bitter preservation of the self amidst the fire—the exact moment the old identity is burned away to make room for something new. This track documents the transmutation process: turning the wound to ink, the ink to blood, and the blood to language. Project Context: This release is a part of the conceptual album The Alchemyst. Follow the shroud8 project as we document the architecture of this record, from the initial burnt-out room to the final red fire. Lyrics: (Intro) Mm / Mm-mm / Mm-hmm (Verse 1) I found the maker in a burnt-out room Wearing my face like a borrowed suit Small shadows stretch along the peeling walls I barely hear when my own spirit calls The mirror cracked in a perfect line Like it finally got tired of lying Outside the city hums a fake parade While here the cooling embers start to fade (Pre-Chorus) Every promise leaves a stain Every kingdom ends in rain I was young enough to worship fire Old enough to know its name (Chorus) Black salt on my tongue tonight Ashes where I kept the light I came here to lose what I could not save To bury the ghost I became Black salt in the wound I keep Black birds circling in my sleep If heaven exists let it wait its turn I have got one more life to burn (Verse 2) The photographs look back at me Like witnesses that disagree A hundred versions of my broken face None of them survived the blaze The crowd still chants some former name Like resurrection is a game But every saint I have ever known Had to walk through the canyon alone (Pre-Chorus) Every blessing hides a knife Every birth demands a life I stood naked in the furnace glow Watching the heavy dark grow (Chorus) Black salt on my tongue tonight Ashes where I kept the light I came here to lose what I could not save To bury the ghost I became Black salt in the wound I keep Black birds circling in my sleep If heaven exists let it wait its turn I have got one more life to burn (Bridge) Turn the gold to smoke Turn the smoke to stars Turn the stars to silence Turn the wound to ink Turn the ink to blood Turn the blood to language Turn me into something The red fire understands (Chorus) Black salt on my tongue tonight Morning hidden out of sight I came here to die as the man I knew And leave as somebody new Black salt where the river bends Black sky where the distance ends If there is a stone at the heart of the flame Let it remember my name #shroud8 #BlackSalt #TheAlchemyst #CinematicMusic #DarkAlternative #GothicFolk