The Bronze Age

THE BRONZE AGE

[Intro – whispered]
Before the iron,
before the written law,
we raised our towers
to speak with the stars.

[Verse I]
Copper from the mountains,
tin across the sea,
fire inside the furnace
gave the gods their key.

Sails beneath Orion,
cities made of stone,
kings beneath the lion gate
dreaming on their thrones.

[Chorus]
We were born in the Bronze Age,
under a blood-red sun,
building roads to forever
before the world was one.

We were kings of the Bronze Age,
children of flame and sky,
writing our names into clay
so we would never die.

[Instrumental – organ / guitar]

[Verse II]
Knossos in the morning,
Mycenae after rain,
horses crossing Anatolia,
chariots on the plain.

Merchants carried amber,
soldiers carried scars,
priests climbed up the temple stairs
to bargain with the stars.

[Bridge – darker]
Then something moved beyond the sea,
something whispered through the land.
Palaces burned without a name,
crowns disappeared beneath the sand.

No one knew the final hour,
no one heard the closing door—
only smoke above the harbour,
only footsteps on the shore.

[Instrumental – long psychedelic section]

[Final Chorus]
We were born in the Bronze Age,
under a dying sun,
raising walls against the darkness
when the end had already begun.

We were ghosts of the Bronze Age,
lost between earth and sky,
leaving our words inside the clay
for another world to find.

[Outro – slow, suspended]
Bronze becomes dust.
Kings become names.
Cities become shadows.

But somewhere
beneath the silent earth
the old fire
still remains.

The Bronze Age…
The Bronze Age…