This rising sun that shines on us
Looked down upon the ancient past
What stories can you tell of us?
What prayers were heard that once were asked?
This silent behemoth that warms us all
No wonder you were worshipped so
But the prayers grow silent
And the wonder fades
Like the waning moon
Our minds turn away
But this burning ember that I am
Still worships you with warmth of heart
Because I know I join my ancestors call
My tribe lives on in the dawn of your soul