Teeth of the earth, reaching to the sky
Swords forged from the oldest iron
White-headed wise bards, servants of the Gods
Your feet bathed in dew, your crown embracing the Sun
In your lap, I seek my own peace and wisdom
In your ear I whisper about doubts and hopes
My silent guides, lead me on your ways
To the warming sun, far from myself
In your green robes, I try to lose myself
From your tears I drink to sooth my pains and toils
I look for your wisdom, old as the world, wise and sad
Teeth of the earth gnaw my bones, bare my soul
Wan statues hewn by giants' hands
Solid ghosts, ageless dreamers waiting
For time and Gods to pass, your realm eternal
On your knees our ashes spread and bloom
In your lap, I seek my own peace and wisdom
In your ear I whisper about doubts and hopes
My silent guides, lead me on your paths
To the warming sun, far from myself
Now the world is spent and ground to sand
The tide is still, the river's mouth is parched
Yet you remain as strong and proud
Watching over our dying roots
What have you seen my kings?
What stories will you tell
Forecoming Gods and starving dogs and starving Gods?