

(ahhhh-hahhh) Old stones breathe the ancient dust Heavy iron turned to rust Voices
rising through the haze Searching for the golden days
We will rise above the cold and grey!
Break the chains and claim the day! (arghhh!)
Fires burn on mountain peaks Now the silent spirit speaks Through the
storm we find our way
We will rise above the cold and grey!
Break the chains and claim the day! (arghhh!) (ahhhh)