Whistle Stop
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Whistle Stop is an Arknights music track acting as the leitmotif of Logos, performed by the lead vocalist of the American band EMÆL, Emmanuel Ventura-Cruess.
Introduction
The melodious melody is woven, and the clear tones convey the words.
Brush off the fog of the quicksand of time, wait until the bones grow into flowers, and life and death are connected.
Invite the wandering soul to rest in eternity.
Brush off the fog of the quicksand of time, wait until the bones grow into flowers, and life and death are connected.
Invite the wandering soul to rest in eternity.
Lyrics
Simple, solemn tone
in my words and shattered bone.
Am I talking to myself,
Who's in control?
Guarding those long gone,
With a haunting, simple song.
Rising waves of bodies save
the world from all you've wronged,
I can feel the fog.
Leave behind your dead. (Intoxicating)
I will make them mine. (Intoxicating)
They animate. (Intoxicating)
You rot in time. (Intoxicating)
Plans set in motion,
Scent of devotion.
Oh, the dark rise
Oh, in your eyes.
Intoxicating
Intoxicating
Take responsibility,
Souls, adrift, that long to be.
Penned, I write their destiny
Like my mother, before me.
Hear the whistle sound,
Calling those below the ground.
Defending with my life, the once divine,
Now lost in sands of time.
Leave behind your dead. (Intoxicating)
I will make them mine. (Intoxicating)
They animate. (Intoxicating)
You rot in time. (Intoxicating)
Plans set in motion,
Scent of devotion.
Oh, the dark rise,
Oh, in your eyes.
Intoxicating
Intoxicating
Leave behind your dead
I will make them mine
While others rot in time
My lamentation is your sign.
in my words and shattered bone.
Am I talking to myself,
Who's in control?
Guarding those long gone,
With a haunting, simple song.
Rising waves of bodies save
the world from all you've wronged,
I can feel the fog.
Leave behind your dead. (Intoxicating)
I will make them mine. (Intoxicating)
They animate. (Intoxicating)
You rot in time. (Intoxicating)
Plans set in motion,
Scent of devotion.
Oh, the dark rise
Oh, in your eyes.
Intoxicating
Intoxicating
Take responsibility,
Souls, adrift, that long to be.
Penned, I write their destiny
Like my mother, before me.
Hear the whistle sound,
Calling those below the ground.
Defending with my life, the once divine,
Now lost in sands of time.
Leave behind your dead. (Intoxicating)
I will make them mine. (Intoxicating)
They animate. (Intoxicating)
You rot in time. (Intoxicating)
Plans set in motion,
Scent of devotion.
Oh, the dark rise,
Oh, in your eyes.
Intoxicating
Intoxicating
Leave behind your dead
I will make them mine
While others rot in time
My lamentation is your sign.
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