Ancient Art

Where patience spilled like dry river Whirling wind makes the ground quiver An ancient art hidden for long Comes back like echo in a song Where vengeance rages to break free On ground that hides the savage spree The furious sky's growing so dim Roused by the cry of muffled scream The pleading sound of chiming call Casts the blow of a wrecking ball Ancient spirits come to the aid Like the edge of a swinging blade At the hit of the whistling blow Mountains will fall, be high or low The wind will cast the deathly blast To burn the tyrant's crown to dust