The Roar Of The Stone

Описание: (Verse 1)
I am the green hill where the five roads all meet,
I've felt the tread of a thousand kings' feet.
They come with their banners, their pride and their pleas,
Their whispers of power are lost on the breeze.
They climb to my summit, where all can be seen,
To prove they are worthy to rule the great green.

(Chorus)
But do they dare touch it, the Lia Fáil tall?
The Stone of all Destiny, waiting for the call.
For a false king's ambition, it offers but grey,
But for the land's chosen lover, the stone will obey.
It will cry to the heavens, a thunderous roar,
And a High King is born upon Tara once more.

(Verse 2)
The High King once feasted in his great long hall,
And forbade any fire before Beltane's call.
But a light on the Hill of Slane, defiant and bright,
Was the flame of a new faith that pierced through the night.
And Patrick the preacher, with his staff and his word,
Brought a story the Stone of Destiny had never heard.

(Bridge)
Now the great hall is empty, no laughter or toast,
Just the wind on the hillside, a sorrowful host.
The five roads are grassy, the kings are all dust,
And the Stone of all Destiny holds its own trust.
It remembers the thunder, it remembers the crown,
But its voice is now silent on this famous high ground.

(Chorus)
But do they dare touch it, the Lia Fáil tall?
The Stone of all Destiny, waiting for the call.
For a false king's ambition, it offers but grey,
But for the land's chosen lover, the stone will obey.
It will cry to the heavens, a thunderous roar,
And a High King is born upon Tara once more.

(Outro)
A High King is born upon Tara once more...
But the tourists now walk where the kings walked before.
And they touch the grey stone, but they don't understand,
The echo of thunder that sleeps in the land...
Just the wind on the hillside...
The wind on the land...