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…

The eminence of the mountain shines benevolence on her people
Yet, 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 mountain 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
It bleeds into the onan and reaches to the sky.

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.