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Weavers at the Root
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Metal
Weavers at the Root was released on May 22, 2026 by Beat Nomads Records as a part of the album Other Side of the North
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Release DateMay 22, 2026
LabelBeat Nomads Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aleksandr Nesterov
Aleksandr Nesterov
Other Instrument
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aleksandr Nesterov
Aleksandr Nesterov
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aleksandr Nesterov
Aleksandr Nesterov
Engineer

Lyrics

Beneath the oldest root she sits
Her hands upon the clay and stone
She draws the water, drop by drop
From depths where memory alone is known
The well holds all that ever was
Each face, each fall, each word once said
She pours it upward through the bark
To keep the living from the dead
She carves the names into the wood
Of choices made before the dawn
The tree drinks deep of what has been
And holds the weight of what is gone
The roots reach down through dark and bone
The water rises, cold as stone
What rots if left without a hand
Will drag the living with it down
We weave at the root! We draw from the well!
The tree must not wither, the worlds must not fall!
Our hands hold the pattern, our voices the call —
Three weavers at the root of it all!
We spin what the ages have given to know
We mark what the future is bound yet to show
The root takes the water, the bark holds the sky —
Three hands in the dark who refuse to stand by!
Pour the clay — hold the thread!
Keep the living from the dead!
Turn the wheel — mark the name!
What we tend will not go to flame!
She does not mourn what came before
Nor reach for what has not yet come
Her fingers move through living bark
She pours the clay where roots are numb
The branch that bends beneath the wind
Drinks deep of what she offers now
The present holds the middle ground
Between the when and the somehow
She is the breath inside the pause
The hand that fills the empty cup
The green that climbs the ancient bark
Because she will not give it up
The roots reach down through dark and bone
The water rises, cold as stone
What rots if left without a hand
Will drag the living with it down
We weave at the root! We draw from the well!
The tree must not wither, the worlds must not fall!
Our hands hold the pattern, our voices the call —
Three weavers at the root of it all!
We spin what the ages have given to know
We mark what the future is bound yet to show
The root takes the water, the bark holds the sky —
Three hands in the dark who refuse to stand by!
Pour the clay — hold the thread!
Keep the living from the dead!
Turn the wheel — mark the name!
What we tend will not go to flame!
The third one holds the uncut thread
She does not speak of what she knows
The blade is not yet at the cord
The pattern still has room to grow
She spools the debt of every breath
The obligations not yet met
She weaves the end into the cloth
Before the eye has seen it yet
What will you choose when the thread is yours?
What will you leave at the well's dark doors?
The roots reach down through dark and bone
The water rises, cold as stone
What rots if left without a hand
Will drag the living — drag it — down!
We weave at the root! We draw from the well!
The tree must not wither, the worlds must not fall!
Our hands hold the pattern, our voices the call —
Three weavers at the root of it all!
We spin what the ages have given to know
We mark what the future is bound yet to show
The root takes the water, the bark holds the sky —
Three hands in the dark who refuse to stand by!
Pour the clay — hold the thread!
Keep the living from the dead!
Turn the wheel — mark the name!
What we tend will not go to flame!
The water falls back to the well
The clay dries white beneath the tree
Three shadows move among the roots
And leave the question — what will we?
Written by: Aleksandr Nesterov
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