ruins
Carved in Stone Lyrics

Quiet ruins,
The abandoned structures are silent and still;

covered with snow,
Now obscured, the remains are traces of legends past;

they keep the legends from ages long ago;
These ruins preserve the tales of long-gone eras;

the stones are silent,
The stones, like the rest of the ruins, are soundless;

but yet they talk,
Through some auspicious way, the ruins still somehow 'speak';

their words are full of magic, so if you walk alone
Their words convey an enchanting charm to the lone wanderer;

do not be frightened
There's no need to be scared;

and have no fear,
As there's nothing to be wary of;

there's nothing there to hurt you, nobody's near;
There's nobody in the vicinity to cause any harm;

and if there are whisp'rings out of the snow
And if you happen to hear a murmur from under the snow,

then you are told a holy secret only you must know...
It is a sacred message meant only for you to understand...

Quiet ruins,
These abandoned edifices remain silent still;

covered with green,
Now cloaked in greenery, what events have they witnessed?

how long have they been standing, what have they seen?
These ruins have endured for centuries and must have seen much;

They're old and rotten,
The ruins are replete with age and decay;

but full of might,
Despite their condition, they retain an aura of power;

who would not be craving for knowing who lived inside
Who wouldn't desire to know who once called these halls home

the walls, when they were standing,
When these walls were erected and stable,

strong, young and high?
Rock-solid, youthful, and towering?

Perhaps kings and queens were born here, or here they did die...
These ruins might have borne witness to the births and deaths of monarchs...

Nobody knows it,
No one alive knows the true history of the ruins;

only the grey wall;
The walls themselves hold the remnants of stories untold;

it is the one and only witness who knows it all.
The walls are the ultimate and sole repository of all the tales that these ruins conceal.

Quiet ruins,
Even in the sunlight, the structures stand silent;

let them dream
Let these ruins rest and dream;

and let them stand there in the sunlight's golden stream;
Let these ruins bask in the sunlight's warm, honeyed beams;

their days are over,
The time of these ruins' glory has long passed;

so let them rest
Let these ruins lay where they are;

and dream forgotten dreams in the grey shadows that they cast
And let them dream in the subdued shade that their edifices cast;

when summer's sun is shining;
Even in the thick of summer, these ruins remain cold and still;

and when it's grey
But even in the greyest days of winter...

then let the old songs of the kings wash all your tears away,
Listen to the ancient songs of bygone kings to ease your sorrows;

and keep your holy secret, let no one know,
Remember your sacred message and keep it hidden from the world;

and think about it when you see the ruins in the snow...
Recall the secret message whenever you see these ruins hiding under the snow.