Father of Stone

I tell you a tale
Of a story so old
That even the mountains
Couldn’t tell you it’s dawn

A royal myth
Of our almighty song
We sing in darkest night
In coldest light, in deepest cave so he shall rise

We play for you the organ pipes
The mountains sing
The mountains sing
Your ghost shall rise and rule again
Hail to the king
Hail to the king

The shadows are dancing
And we’re taking part
The mountains sing
The mountains sing
Feet are stomping
To a melody of stone
We dance in darkest night
In coldest light, in deepest cave so he shall rise

We play for you the organ pipes
The mountains sing
The mountains sing
Your ghost shall rise and rule again
Hail to the king
Hail to the king

Your beard glimmers silvern
Your eyes staring cold
Our cave is your home
O father of stone
Your life alone
Will bring us back to life

We play for you the organ pipes
The mountains sing
The mountains sing
Your ghost shall rise and rule again
Hail to the king
Hail to the king