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Withering Lily
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Withering Lily was released on April 4, 2026 by Stained Glass Static as a part of the album Withering Lily - Single
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Release DateApril 4, 2026
LabelStained Glass Static
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aveline Blackridge
Aveline Blackridge
Background Vocals
Dean Blackridge
Dean Blackridge
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aveline Blackridge
Aveline Blackridge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aveline Blackridge
Aveline Blackridge
Producer

Lyrics

The nectar was sweet a honey-coated lie
Now the aphids are crawling
And the Lily is dry
It starts in the petals
A soot-colored stain
A black mold that smothers
A fever in the vein
I'm begging for freedom
But my knees hit the mud
There's a weight in the garden
A thick heavy flood
The silence is deafening
But the King is reckoning
Blood-sweat falls as the shadows are beckoning
In the shadows
Life is waking
In the winter's grip
The stone is breaking
Though the Lily withers from the cold
There's a deeper story being told
From the silence the living breath
There is glory found inside the death
The roots are reaching they just have to believe
To grasp at the water to finally breathe
One drop like a tear it hits the hard face
Falling down slow through this desolate place
The dry ground is fighting it's holding the line
But the water is constant a holy design
A reminder that breaks through the dust and the stone
To claim every seed that the Father has sown
In the shadows
Life is waking
In the winter's grip
the stone is breaking
Though the Lily withers from the cold
There's a deeper story being told
From the silence the living breath
There is glory found inside the death
The morning is breathing silver and new
Life starts to stir in the scent of the dew
The ground starts to shift the birds start to sing
Welcoming back the return of the King
The Lily is open the trees reach for Grace
To finally stand in the light of His face
In the shadows
Life is waking
In the winter's grip the stone is breaking
The pests are gone the shadows flee
The Lily blooms in the warmth of Thee
From the dry ground the Living Water flows
In the quiet heart the Spirit grows
Written by: Aveline Blackridge
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