Under roots where the old stones sleep, I hear the voices buried deep. Iron rain on sacred ground, Yet the ancient drums still pound. Do you hear them calling? From beyond the hollow hill... Do you feel the earth awakening? Do you remember still? RISE FROM THE ASHES! BREAK THE CHAINS OF TIME! We are the children of the ancient line, Born beneath the moon, beneath the sky. THE OLD BLOOD REMAINS! Through every wound, Through every flame, We carry their names. Blackened branches claw the sky, Ravens circle where our fathers lie. The stones are cold, the night is wide, But something ancient walks beside. I hear the river whisper, I hear the mountains breathe... Something buried underneath us Is rising from the deep. Wake the fire... Wake the stone... Wake the blood...
