Through the ancient lands,there's a mountain with buried hands. In an echoing cave below,where the forest meets the snow. Sometimes a distant thunder can be heard. A language from the depth no man has ever learned. Inside lies a slumbering heart with the fire of past sins. A wisdom of alliances before our very beginning. Truth unfold while we search the gold. But glimmering stones are made of ancient bones. Heart below the surface of rumbling echoes. The air trapped the mind of the purest hero. Darkest shadows and vicious traps of stalactites. Poisoned water and growling sounds that ignites. The flames have not been seen for ages. Yet it's heartbeats count the upcoming stages. Some things are bigger than human wonders. Like the hidden peace that comes with thunder. Truth unfold while we search the gold But glimmering stones are made of ancient bones. Heart below the surface of rumbling echoes. The air trapped the mind of the purest hero. His name forgotten by the winds of forsaken. Some day it will find a reason to awaken Our treasures will loose their value indeed When souls align with the purest of seeds Truth unfold while we search the gold But glimmering stones are made of ancient bones. Heart below the surface of rumbling echoes. The air trapped the mind of of the purest hero. Do we have what's needed to see? The reality burning down every tree Slaves to our own high horses will kneel before ancient forces.
