The stone's lament

The sky is a ceiling, we burst as a fuel We're counting the shadows behind every door One for the mountain, two for the mud Three for the ritual written in blood Step upon the rhythm, don't look at the ground The silence is screaming without any sound Floating in the ether, weightless like a feather The spirit is the weaver Wake up the mountain, wake up the stone Reclaiming the kingdom, reclaiming the throne Through the delirium, through the decay The echo of ancestors leads us the way Rise, rise, rise I see the rooster crawling in the dark Waiting for the fire, waiting for the spark The spark is inside, the spark is the pride No more excuses, nowhere to hide Floating in the ether, weightless like a feather The spirit is the weaver Is it real? Is it memory? Is it the end Wake up the mountain, wake up the stone Reclaiming the kingdom, reclaiming the throne Through the delirium, through the decay The echo of ancestors leads us the way The earth is never silent