Dyeing Color ft. Bloodsteel Dominion Lyrics

In a quilt of fading hues,


Where every thread tells ancient truths,


The dyes run deep, their stories sewn,


A patchwork world in beauty grown.

Each color holds a secret light,


A whispered song, a quiet fight.


The reds of passion, bold and bright,


The blues of sorrow, endless night.

Yellows hum with golden grace,


While greens weave life's enduring chase.


The violets blend the dusk and dawn,


A bridge between the here and gone.

But even as the pigments fade,


Their essence lingers, unafraid.


For every shade, though dyed, remains,


A testament to joy and pain.

No single tone could ever claim


To hold the spectrum, stake its name.


Together, though, their voices sing,


A harmony that time will bring.

In dyeing color, strength abides,


Not in what divides, but in what unites.


For every thread, though torn or worn,


Is part of something yet reborn.

So cherish every faded hue,


Each tone a piece of me and you.


In every shade, we find the whole


A world of color, bound in soul.

Yellows hum with golden grace,


While greens weave life's enduring chase.


The violets blend the dusk and dawn,


A bridge between the here and gone.

A bridge between the here and gone.