Ancestors Of Stone

I listened for ages, to the sound of æons
No one really ever answered;
Just riddles for the living ones

I was sitting aside the statues of old
Listening to voices, and languages unknown

Beholding the pride of timelessness
Under ancient trees

Many carved their names and thoughts here
Washed away by uncounted rainfalls and storms

Melancholic mood is filling this place;
This place in my very mind

Listening to the statues of stone, beholding the ancestors of old
I shall strive no more in the present world
I lay back and fall in my dreams

About time so long ago
Listening to my Ancestors of Stone
My way to infinity
Listening to my Ancestors of Stone

I listen for ages
To the sound of hell

No one really ever answered
Just riddles for the living ones

I was sitting aside the statues of old
Listening to voices, and languages unknown

Listening to the statues of stone, beholding the ancestors of old
I shall strive no more in the present world
I lay back and fall in my dreams

About time so long ago
Listening to my Ancestors of Stone
My way to infinity
Listening to my Ancestors of Stone