I hold the weight of iron keys
I feel the cold and winter breeze
My skin is grit and granite grain
I drink the salt and summer rain
Under torchlight I am gold
Keeping secrets long and old
I am the rock that holds the deep
Where the ancient legends sleep
A rusted blade is leaning near
The scent of oil is sharp and clear
I watch the boots of soldiers pass
Like heavy steps on broken glass
The torch flame flickers on my face
A lonely light in this dark place
The air is thick with old musk scent
Until the midnight hour is spent
Under torchlight I am gold
Keeping secrets long and old
I am the rock that holds the deep
Where the ancient legends sleep
My cracks are maps of where they fell
A stony vault a silent shell
No one remembers how it felt
Before the frozen glaciers melt
I feel the hum of magic heat
The steady drum of rhythmic beat
The copper coin is on my chest
The tired warriors take a rest
Under torchlight I am gold
Keeping secrets long and old
I am the rock that holds the deep
Where the ancient legends sleep
Just a stone in the deep.
Yeah, I'll let them sleep.
