Hey-ya, hey-ya Beneath the stone, beneath the sky Wake the flame that does not die Black earth clings to the hands of the fallen Smoke coils upward, the old ones are calling Bone against iron, blood against rain We carry the thunder through shadow and flame The mountain remembers The river still knows The path of the hunter The place where it grows Who walks beyond the boundary? Who bears the mark of night? We are the teeth of the wilderness We are the returning light Rise, rise from the ashes Drum, drum, wake the ground Fire in the blood of the ancient ones Let the lost be found Through the iron trees we march in procession No crown, no chain, no false confession The moon is a blade and the stars are scars We tear open silence and summon the dark The world is turning The war has begun The night has a heartbeat The hunt has no-one [Call and Response] Who guards the flame? We guard the flame Who bears the name? We bear the name Who breaks the silence? We break the silence The dead rise again in the sound of the drums Rise, rise from the ashes Drum, drum, wake the ground Fire in the blood of the ancient ones Let the lost be found One breath One bone One voice One stone We are not the ending We are not the grave We are the storm returning We are the unbroken wave Oru-ka Oru-ka Rise from the dust Rise from the dust Rise, rise from the ashes Drum, drum, split the sky Fire in the blood of the ancient ones We were born to never die When the last star falls When the cold winds cease The fire beneath the mountain Will remember us in peace..... Oru-ka...., Oru-ka Rise now, rise now Wake the fire...........
