Lyrics: Dylan Baele
Music: Dylan Baele
In the first age of heat and stone
When fire still slept beneath the crust
The ground began to shift and groan
As buried power stirred from dust
The plains were lifted from the deep
The mountains learned their weight and form
And through the cracks the world would keep
The memory of primal storm
No call was heard, no sign was given
No voice disturbed the molten ground
The land itself began to rise
Obeying laws without a sound
The land rose, the land endured
Fire waited
In the worldβs old bones
No crown was forged, no throne secured
Oh, sun
Only stone...
...and heat alone
Beneath the soil, beneath the plain
He rests where pressure never fades
Where silent force outlives the rain
And time itself is slowly weighed
When ground grows dry, when rivers fail
When earth forgets the touch of sea
The buried fire begins to swell
And land reclaims what it must be
No blade may scar
What stone has sealed
No age may break
What fire revealed
The land rose, the land stood fast
Seas withdrew
From hardened ground
What fire shaped in ages past
Still holds
The world in bound
He was not shaped by mortal design
Nor guided by the passing sky
He is the weight that bends the spine
Of continents...
...and ages by
Where earth must stand, where fire must stay
There lies the power none command
The land rose, the land remains
Fire sleeps
But never dies
When rain has fled, when skies grow pale
The ground remembers
Ancient might
Stone remembers
Fire waits
The land endures
The land endures...