Pen of bard and wail of pipes.
Kingdoms rose when warriors fell,
in laced fingers of new dawn mist,
gathers the threads of time again.

Kingdoms rose when warriors fell,
the very stones reprise their cries.
Gathers the threads of time again.
Strings of history repeat the weave.

The very stones reprise their cries
in echoed dreams of glory past
strings of history repeat the weave.
Memories surround this sacred glen.