Ancestors of Stone

I listened for ages, to the sound of æons
No one really ever answered;
Just riddles for the living ones
I was sitting aside the statues of old
Listening to voices, and languages unknown
Beholding the pride of timelessness
Under ancient trees
Many carved their names and thoughts here
Washed away by uncounted rainfalls and storms
Melancholic mood is filling this place;
This place in my very mind
Listening to the statues of stone, beholding the ancestors of old
I shall strive no more in the present world
I lay back and fall in my dreams
About time so long ago
Listening to my Ancestors of Stone
My way to infinity
Listening to my Ancestors of Stone
I listen for ages
To the sound of hell
No one really ever answered
Just riddles for the living ones
I was sitting aside the statues of old
Listening to voices, and languages unknown
Listening to the statues of stone, beholding the ancestors of old
I shall strive no more in the present world
I lay back and fall in my dreams
About time so long ago
Listening to my Ancestors of Stone
My way to infinity
Listening to my Ancestors of Stone