Titan Grip
In the quiet
of the dawn
Where the old world is withdrawn
A single note begins to play
Chasing shadows far
away
Hear the heartbeat in the stone
A rhythm that we have always known
It calls to something in the soul
A story that was never told
The fire flickers, low and deep
While ancient secrets start to creep
And the melody pulls you
in
A place where mysteries begin
It’s in the air,
a sacred sound
On this enchanted, hallowed ground (ooh-aah,
the sound, the ground) Lost and found
Did we dream this long ago?
A seed of magic left to grow?
Every rhythm,
every rhyme
Travels through the halls of time
The melody
pulls you
in... (pulls you
in) A place where mysteries begin... (begin...) (ahh-ooh-mmm)