Night lies heavy on the hills, cold wind over stone. One small fire breaks the darkness, burning there alone. Silent valleys hold their breath, waiting for a sign. Far beyond the sleeping ridges, another light will shine. Across the dark, across the rain, a message wakes the land again. [Chorus] One flame, then another, rising through the night. From hill to hill they carry their ancient line of light. Through the mist and through the shadows, over forest, field and plain. Calling far beyond the horizon, the beacon chain. Smoke is dancing with the stars, embers ride the wind. Voices lost to distant ages seem to speak again. Every ridge becomes an answer, every spark a guide. Through the dark the fires are traveling, side by side. Across the dark, across the rain, the old paths live again. [Chorus] One flame, then another, rising through the night. From hill to hill they carry their ancient line of light. Through the mist and through the shadows, over forest, field and plain. Calling far beyond the horizon, the beacon chain. No king commands them, no walls remain. Only fire speaking through the beacon chain. One flame, then another, burning ever bright. From hill to hill they carry their ancient line of light. Through the storm and through the silence, through the years they still remain. Ancient voices crossing distance, the beacon chain. The beacon chain.
