Mound Songtext
von Moontemple

We are the children, the chosen, the rising sons
Brothers and sisters, together we all become one

The dissolutions, confusions all fall to the past
Our eyes on futures the falsehoods can no longer stand


We can stand at the head of the serpent, sons of man
We no longer hold up the pyramids, we sow the land
Like a story once foretold, our souls at sleep
When we know that there are no enemies, we become the kings

So now we′re working, we're pushing, we′re piling up dirt
We build our mounds, our tombs, our place of rebirth

The dissolutions, confusions all fall to the past
Our eyes on futures the falsehoods can no longer stand

We can stand at the head of the serpent, sons of man
We no longer hold up the pyramids, we sow the land
Like a story once foretold, our souls at sleep
When we know that there are no enemies, we become the kings