MUIZENEST

Over the stone, the old gray stone,
Let me ponder here alone,
Through all weather we go together
Ancient stone, thou good old stone.
Of the many friends I’ve seen,
Thou the truest friend has been,
Some forget me, some have fled,
Some are false, and some are dead,
Changing never constant ever,
Still I find thee, dear old stone.
Standing here, thou silent stone,
What a world thou must have known!
Deeds of glory, lost to story,
Hast thou witness’d ancient stone.
Here beneath the grass, ‘tis said,
Many warriors bones are laid,
Fighting for their land they fell,
None but thou can truly tell.
Secrets keeping, ever sleeping,
Dream’st thou of the past, old stone?

The gates have been opened
The battle has begun
The fate of our age
Rests in the hands of the One
Ah, can’t thou but prove us!
To vengeance we spring,
No terrors shall move us,
We’ll fall for our king
The gates have been opened
Our rise has begun
The fate of this dark age
Rests now in our hands
Ah, can’t thou but prove us!
To vengeance we spring,
No terrors shall move us,
We’ll fall for our king!
The gates have been opened
Life in reverse
The end of your world
Will be my curse
Ah, can’t thou but prove us!
To vengeance we spring,
No terrors shall move us,
We’ll fall for our king!