Der Song erzählt vom uralten Hill of Tara, unter dem Blut, Schuld und Wahrheit im Boden ruhen. Könige werden hier geprüft, Lügen bestraft und Opfer dargebracht, um das Gleichgewicht zwischen Menschenwelt und Anderswelt zu bewahren. Feuer, Rituale und die Stimmen der Alten erinnern daran, dass Macht nur geliehen ist – und das Land am Ende alles zurückfordert. ------------------------------------------------------------- The song tells of the ancient Hill of Tara where blood, guilt, and truth lie buried in the earth. Kings are tested, lies are punished, and sacrifices are made to keep the balance between the mortal world and the Otherworld. Through fire, ritual, and the voices of the old ones, the song reminds us that power is only borrowed — and the land will always reclaim its due. ------------------------------------------------------------- Verse I: Before the sun had learned to rise The hill drank oaths and human lies Stone was mouth and earth was throne Flesh was weighed by roots and bone Kneel, oh king, and bare your soul Tara takes what crowns can’t hold Gold will rot and men will break The land decides who lives to wake Chant: Stone of crying Hill of flame Take the liar Spare the true in name Verse II: Deep below where daylight dies Feathered shadows, silver eyes Halls of breath and endless song Where moments bleed to centuries long Drink their wine and lose your years Trade your blood for beauty’s tears Step inside and time is slain Return a ghost of dust and pain Chant: Earth open Veil grow thin Let the old ones Breathe again Verse III: Circle burns in Samhain’s breath Fire fed with fear and death Bone in ash and oath in flame The world reborn through loss and pain Sins to smoke and blood to ground So the sun may still be found So the crops may rise once more So the hill is never poor Bridge: Not dead… not gone… We sleep in stone… We drink the years… We wear your bones… Final Ritual Chorus: Hill of Tara, take your due Blood of false and hearts untrue Crown to soil, flesh to land Power dies by ancient hand Hill of Tara, old and wise Feed on kings so worlds may rise Outro: Stone remembers… Earth decides… All are dust… Beneath the hill…
