Mind's Cove - Broken Stones Lyrics

Long ago
There was a very wealthy man
With more gold than he could ever spend
Sweat and mud have never stained his silk clothes or his jewels
He already had it all
But still wanted more

Long ago
There were a thousand children
Growing up without the joys of youth
Sand and dust have settled on their shoulders for a long time
And their names meant nothing to their oppressor
Whip marks on their backs
For tiny mistakes
Unbearable pain
For one man's lust

How did nobody care?

Ask the sky
The story of the vile man
Who chained the unlucky children
Entrapping all their dreams
The broken stones at their feet
Debris of a shattered freedom

One day
The man received a gift
The spirits heard his sighs of discontent

They made him Lord of Rain
But he went mad with power
Roaring rage of thunder spread over flooded fields
Lightning slashed the earth but the mountain didn't quake

Ask the sky
The story of the vile man
Who chose to be the mountain
That knew not of defeat
He stood tall in all his majesty
But heard a familiar sound

He couldn't stand the blows on his surface
The sorrow stroke as deep as a whiplash

With every strike, he felt torn to pieces
He even tried to scream, but he was silent
When his slaves had him at their mercy
The spirits didn't answer his prayers

Hammers and chisels
Weapons of revenge
After years of ruining lives
The vile man paid the price
He was not the only one
His legacy still lives on