Ancient - Ethan Hardin

You are the ancient and we are just waiting

With imperfect patience, the shape of us changing

You move in the silence of shifting tectonics

You move in the violence, earthquakes you bring on us

This is the way that you move

We are like mountains staring at your stars

Feeling young by comparison but you know who we are

We are just grains insignificant in their own

But in labor pains you are sculpting your own image

This is the way that you move / We are earth that you move

You turn the ground into tall mountain ranges

Eternal and bound in mysterious graces

You are the epicenter of our worth

You slowly but boldly duress us: the rebirth

Like mountains you raise from desolate wasteland

We sing of your praise in grace of your highlands

This is the way that you move us