Verse:
The shadows breathe, the caverns sigh;
Our steps are soft where spirits lie.
Through twisting paths, in silence tread;
We bow to stone, we mourn the dead.

The roots above, the depths below;
Through endless dark, their tendrils grow.
We guard the peace, we bind the thread;
To calm the wrath of gods long dead.

Chorus:
We keep the stones, the dust, the past;
Silent watchers, secrets last.
Through sacred dark, we hold the line;
In death’s embrace, the world divine.

Verse:
The glowing veins, the fungal bloom;
A quiet light defies the gloom.
With humble hands, we weave and mend;
To soothe the rage, to calm, to send.

Don't pray for gain, don't plea for grace;
We fear the wrath we cannot face.
To live, to serve, to know our place;
We walk in shadow’s cold embrace.

Chorus:
We keep the stones, the dust, the past;
Silent watchers, secrets last.
Through sacred dark, we hold the line;
In death’s embrace, the world divine.

Bridge:
The roots may choke, the stone may break;
The dead god stirs, the earth may quake.
But still we stand, our vigil true;
To honor all, and see it through.

Chorus:
We keep the stones, the dust, the past;
Silent watchers, secrets last.
Through sacred dark, we hold the line;
In death’s embrace, the world divine.