The Mountain Weeps

High above the plains
Stands a mountain tall
High above the plains
Watching over us all.

Roots of our forebearer
Buried deep in stone
Stained with the blood of sacrifice.

Our wars hold no meaning here
On the cliffs of stone
May our ancestors hear our prayers
The mountain weeps
And grant us courage!

The eminence of the mountain
Shines benevolence on her people
In the days of late the mountain weeps
And the tears flow down the river.

High above the plains
You will hear the wolf's call
High above the plains
Watching over us all.

Our wars hold no meaning here
On the cliffs of stone
May our ancestors hear our prayers
The mountains weeps.

Weeping is the mountain
The flames grows ever higher
I'll join you at the Onan
'Neath the mountain's weary eye.

Weeping is the mountain
It fills our hearts with fire
And It bleeds into the Onan
And reaches to the sky.

Weeping is the mountain
The flames grows ever higher
I'll join you at the Onan
'Neath the mountain's weary eye.

Weeping is the mountain
It fills our hearts with fire
And It bleeds into the Onan
Today our lord has died.

Here lays the halls of long dead ancients
Buried and forgotten in the hills 'neath the sky
Long dead brothers of years long gone by
Their souls live on embodied by the mountain.

Like the mighty blade of the Gods reaching on to the Welkin
And piercing our world as it guides our way to Heaven
Pilgrimage of kings, the mountains sing
Somber songs of conflicts long untold.

Beacon of hope, legend of old, cliffs of the Gods
Tales of our ancestors forever to be told
Beacon of hope, legend of old, cliffs of the Gods
Tales of our ancestors forever to be told.