Eternitys root
The Story Behind "Eternity’s Root
Some words transcend time. They carry echoes of the past, lingering in the wind like whispers from another era. Eternity’s Root was born from such echoes—woven from the haunting, timeless poetry of Emily Brontë, my favorite poet.
Her words spoke of loss, of time’s relentless passage, of the way death uproots what we cherish, only for life to sprout again in unexpected places. Inspired by her verses, this song became a meditation on the fragile balance between sorrow and renewal, between what is taken from us and what remains.
"Strike the branch, let new life flourish,
Feed the roots of Eternity…"
Alongside Ominira, who lends her voice to this song with the same admiration for Brontë’s words, we shaped a recording that reverences the love we both share for the Brontë family's writings. This isn't just a song—it’s a tribute, a deep bow to the power of their words that continue to move us across centuries.
The cover art reflects this passion, a hand-drawn piece inspired by the image of Emily Brontë herself, bringing her presence into the visual realm of this project.
For those who have felt the weight of time, for those who have watched something beautiful wither away, this song is a promise: nothing truly vanishes. Life, like poetry, finds a way to bloom again.
Lyrics:
Death struck when trust was thriving,
In my heart, joy’s seed took hold.
Time’s branch, withered yet surviving,
Break it now, let roots unfold.
Leaves once gleamed with silver morning,
Birds sang sweet beneath their shade.
Golden blooms, by sorrow scorning,
Fell where guilt’s cold hand had laid.
But hope whispered through the shadow,
"Winter’s chill won’t last too long."
Spring will rise with blossoms hallowed,
Turning grief to healing song.
Strike the branch, let new life flourish,
Feed the roots of Eternity.
Though my heart is left to perish,
From the dust grows destiny.
Love once held its leaves unbroken,
Sin was banished by its flame.
Still, cruel Death, your hand has spoken,
Time’s song falters in its name.
Morning mocks with light unyielding,
Gentle air can’t ease the ache.
Let this bough, its sap concealing,
Fall, so others life may take.
Yet hope lingers in the silence,
"Winter fades, and spring will call."
Through the storm and nature’s violence,
Newborn roots shall rise from all.
Strike the branch, let new life flourish,
Feed the roots of Eternity.
Though my heart is left to perish,
From the dust grows destiny.
Oh, the cycle never ending,
Life and death in constant sway.
Every loss a seed ascending,
Every night births a new day.
Strike the branch, let new life flourish,
Feed the roots of Eternity.
Though my heart is left to perish,
From the dust grows destiny.
Time’s withered hand will guide the way,
From the fallen, blooms a brighter May.