I hold the weight of heavy gold.
A story that is never told.
The torchlight hits my jagged face.
A lonely ghost in a hollow space.
Sleeping stone and iron deep.
Where the ancient legends sleep.
Cold as ice and hard as bone.
I am the keeper of the sleeping stone.
The grease of torches stains the wall.
I watch the brave and foolish fall.
They bring their swords and polished shields.
While I ignore the battle fields.
The air is thick like old coffee steam.
A heavy haze a frozen dream.
They trip on roots and broken clay.
While I just watch the hours stray.
Sleeping stone and iron deep.
Where the ancient legends sleep.
Cold as ice and hard as bone.
I am the keeper of the sleeping stone.
One day a hand will touch my skin.
And let the hidden light begin.
Until that moment I will wait.
A heavy lock on a rusted gate.
The dampness seeps into my core.
I've seen this game a thousand more.
Just another shift in the dark.
Waiting for a single spark.
Sleeping stone and iron deep.
Where the ancient legends sleep.
Cold as ice and hard as bone.
I am the keeper of the sleeping stone.
Just a slab of grey.
Watching torches sway.
Keep it on low.
Let the legends go.
