Verse 1) The ink was wet on the map of the stars Before the first king bore his crown or his scars. We pulled the lightning from the throat of the storm, And blew into clay until the spirit was warm. The hammer hit the anvil with a thunderous crack, Writing a history there’s no taking back. (Chorus) Oh, sing of the marrow, and sing of the pine, Where the roots of the earth and the heavens entwine! It’s written in water, it’s etched into stone, A kingdom of many, a journey alone. The melody rises, the shadows they flee, In the song of the mountain and the sigh of the sea. (Verse 2) We traded our wings for a plow and a blade, Building our walls in the light and the shade. The giants grew quiet, the dragons turned cold, As we bartered our magic for silver and gold. But deep in the forest, the old language stays, In the humming of bees and the campfire’s haze. (Bridge) One voice for the sorrow, Two for the pride, Three for the secrets The ancestors hide. Outro) The thread is still spinning. The loom doesn’t sleep. The promises made Are the promises we keep. (Slowly fading) The song goes on... the song goes on...