Lyrics:

I listened for ages, to the sound of æons.
No one really ever answered;
Just riddles for the living ones.

I was sitting aside the statues of old,
Listening to voices, and languages unknown.

Beholding the pride of timelessness,
Under ancient trees.

Many carved their names and thoughts here,
Washed away by uncounted rainfalls and storms.

Melancholic mood is filling this place;
This place in my very mind.

Listening to the statues of stone, beholding the ancestors of old.
I shall strive no more in the present world.
I lay back and fall in my dreams.

About time so long ago,
Listening to my Ancestors of Stone.
My way to infinity.
Listening to my Ancestors of Stone.

I listen for ages,
to the sound of hell.

No one really ever answered,
Just riddles for the living ones.

I was sitting aside the statues of old.
Listening to voices, and languages unknown.

Listening to the statues of stone, beholding the ancestors of old.
I shall strive no more in the present world.
I lay back and fall in my dreams.

About time so long ago,
Listening to my Ancestors of Stone.
My way to infinity.
Listening to my Ancestors of Stone.