ANCIENT ONES Hear the mighty thunder That's the hearbeats of the Ancient Ones Who time has no hold And the lightening is the flash of their scales as they pass the Ancient Ones Who time has no hold   The gale that moves the trees is the breath of those whose footprints shake the earth And those with open eyes who see them pass by bow to the Ancient Ones who gravity has no hold   Tornados form in the shadow of their great wings And molten fire flows in their veins The might of the mountain is in their bones And life-giving water glistens in their scales The land hears their song And grows It listens to a Song As old as the sun   Hear the mighty thunder That's the heartbeats of the Ancient Ones Who times has no hold And the earthquake is their dance And the rain is their tears Watering the ground the Ancient Ones Who space has no hold   Do not forget to whom this land belongs It belongs to the Ancient Ones who gravity has no hold And those with open eyes Who seem them pass by bow to the Ancient Ones who time has no hold   We bow to the Ancient Ones who time has no hold