Lyrics

Down where the roots forget the sun,
A deep stone memory has begun.
The weight of ages, black and cold,
A silent story, centuries old.

Feel the rumble beneath your heel,
The ancient covenant we seal.
Blood on the granite, moss on the stone,
We are the seed that the wind has sown.

Hear the whisper on the moor,
What was broken will endure!
Reach your hand into the clay,
Where the old gods hold their sway!

Bones of the Earth! Stones of our kin!
Let the deep rhythm rush within!
Bones of the Earth! Fire in the soul!
Make the broken spirit whole!

We stand on the giants, we rise from the dust!
Ancestors' voices, we listen, we trust!


The rivers run through the veins of time,
Carrying secrets in their muddy slime.
I see the shadow of the hunter's bow,
Where the standing stones begin to grow.

The wisdom buried in the dark, dark ground,
A holy silence where no sound is found.
We call the names that the forest keeps,
Waking the promise where the spirit sleeps.


Hear the whisper on the moor,
What was broken will endure!
Reach your hand into the clay,
Where the old gods hold their sway!


Bones of the Earth! Stones of our kin!
Let the deep rhythm rush within!
Bones of the Earth! Fire in the soul!
Make the broken spirit whole!

We stand on the giants, we rise from the dust!

Ancestors' voices, we listen, we trust!


We shed the skin of what was lost,
We pay the toll and count the cost.
With every breath, we are reborn,
From twilight dark to rising morn.

The sacred circle, unbroken line,
The power ancient, utterly divine!


Bones of the Earth! Stones of our kin!
Let the deep rhythm rush within!
Bones of the Earth! Fire in the soul!
Make the broken spirit whole!