The Wisdom of A Crying Stone

I remember when I was young
The old men told with hidden tongue
There is a secret behind the lake
A treasure - older than 1000 graves

Thousands graves and rotting bones - betray the legend of the crying stone
Show me that treasure you have murdererd for - I am strong enough to wear that lore

At one day he came to me - "I need to show before I leave"
He took my hands and read the palm - and his face was signed with grief

Thousands graves and rotting bones - betray the legend of the crying stone
Show me that treasure you have murdered for - I am strong enough to wear that lore

And I laid down - pushed my heart onto the stone
Fire streams - shot through my bones

An ancient burden - hidden so long
A mystic garden - waiting since aeons

Leading that force - without remorse
Found a way - obtain an aim
I left my earthy robe - found sense in a new robe
Old flames where burning new - feel the powers stream