Stones
Marko Hietala Lyrics

An old crone with a face of bone
An elderly woman with a skeletal face

A heart of stone within a circle of stones
A cold, unfeeling heart surrounded by stones

She told me I'd have stones in my shoes
She warned me of hardships and obstacles in my life

With stones in my mouth I kept singing the blues
Despite facing struggles, I continued to express my emotions through music

My suit was torn In the emptiness of outer space
Feeling lost and alone, my life is in shambles

I float forever between a rock and a hard place
I am stuck between difficult choices and situations

Stones! Falling from the sky More stones! Growing from the ground Stones! Traveling the stars More stones! Boring, thankless, lifeless Stones! Falling from the sky More stones! Growing from the ground Stones! Traveling the stars More stones! Boring, thankless, lifeless Stones...
Stones are omnipresent and mundane, coming from everywhere, with no purpose or meaning

I never feel the call of stones' clack
I am not drawn to the common and ordinary

Am I the butt of their constant crack?
Am I the target of their ridicule and scorn?

The marble shines and the sheet won't fade
Luxuries and material possessions may look pristine now, but won't last forever

A man can't outlast whatever he's made!
No one can defy the inevitability of death, regardless of their achievements

The righteous will gather The first soul is soon to fly Against the old war stone The best of men will die
Death is indiscriminate and affects everyone in the end, regardless of their virtue or accomplishments

Pyramids were made, now bury your dead The stones very easily read It'll be just you! Your treasures and wife The stones kept on sealing all of your lost lives
The Pyramids were built to glorify the Pharaohs but in the end, they are all buried like the commoners. The stones tell the stories of our lives and how in death we are all equal

Crushing wind, indifference Our bones under the stones Voyeurs of misfortune Our bones under the stones
The brutal forces of nature and fate are apathetic to our suffering and our bones will eventually end up under unfeeling stones

Our bones under the stones
In the end, we all end up buried under unfeeling stones