Older Than The Gods

I breathe I speak I sing for the dawn I grow I sigh I echo Through the oak I melt I boil I toughen Like iron I've weathered all these years A riddle in the stone For too long my story's been untold Thaw my songs from the frost Cast the spell of words unspoken Older than the gods We are tales that never should be buried Pass my wisdom on Where golden fields gamble with the sunlight Older than the gods I reach I spread I rake Through the ground I shine I glide I descend into swamps I colour I copper I brighten The fires I've forested the seeds From marshes out-spreading For too long my story's been untold Thaw my songs from the frost Cast the spell of words unspoken Older than the gods We are tales that never should be buried Pass my wisdom on Where golden fields gamble with the sunlight Older than the gods My fire would sing As you carved me from stone My voice in your axe A prayer made of bone The smith on his iron When the symbol dawned Painted on trees Solemn the oath Tools of stone Then voice in the axe In the fire of dawn These spells should not be buried Carvings of spirals Friezes of animals Colossal statues Excavations Clothed in a shroud Doorways to the dawn