About this song
For centuries, he slept beneath a city of gold, a mountain made of teeth and scale. When Orazca's doors groaned open, the ground remembered how to move, and the primal storm awoke to turn all your thunder back at you.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] Beneath the gold, beneath the stone, he slept while cities rose and burned — a mountain made of teeth and scale, a patience that the ages earned. The doors of Orazca groaned and gave, the deep let go of what it kept, and the ground remembered how to move the day the living mountain stepped. [Pre-Chorus] No king can call it, no wall can hold — count your gods, then count them cold. [Chorus] The storm rages and the earth breaks, there's nowhere left that the ground won't shake. He takes what you hoarded, he takes what you threw, then he turns all your thunder and hurls it at you. The storm rages and the earth breaks — and all that you are is his to take. [Verse 2] He feels no hunger, he knows no name, he is only the weather, and weather feels no blame. He walks through your armies like a flood through a plain, and the magic you gathered comes howling back as rain. Your bravest go silent, your horns and your drums — and every scream that you cry, his one roar overcomes. [Chorus] The storm rages and the earth breaks, there's nowhere left that the ground won't shake. He takes what you hoarded, he takes what you threw, then he turns all your thunder and hurls it at you. The storm rages and the earth breaks — and all that you are is his to take. [Bridge] They carved him in the temples, they sang him into myth, a god the jungle answered, the storm the earth gave breath. No empire ever owned him, no chain could make him kneel — you do not tame the mountain. You just pray it sleeps. [Bridge build] But the doors are open now, and the deep has learned to wake — so count your gods again, and watch the mountain take. [Final Chorus] The storm rages and the earth breaks, there's nowhere left that the ground won't shake. He takes what you hoarded, he takes what you threw, then he turns all your thunder and hurls it at you. The storm rages and the earth breaks — and all that you are is his to take. [Outro] The dust comes down, the field lies still... and under the gold, he sleeps again — until.
