Stone of Destiny

Vocals & Creative Concept: Ekaterina Yaremchuk Historic Footprint — History Lives in Music Stone of Destiny Through the mist of ancient morning, Where the Highland rivers run, There’s a stone that keeps the memory Of the kings beneath the sun. Carried down through generations, Through the thunder, through the rain, Silent witness to a kingdom, Silent keeper of its name. And the bells across the valley Still are calling through the years, Through the glory, through the sorrow, Through the victories and tears. Oh, Stone of Scone, Stone of Destiny, You have heard a thousand voices sing. Through the ages, through the changing world, You remember every queen and king. There were footsteps in the darkness, There were journeys through the night, There were hands that came to carry Ancient dreams into the light. Hear the pipes beyond the mountains, Hear the drums across the glen, What was written in the centuries Comes alive and breathes again. Oh, Stone of Scone, Stone of Destiny, You have heard a thousand voices sing. Through the ages, through the changing world, You remember every queen and king. If these ancient walls could whisper, If this stone could find a voice, Would it speak of crowns and battles, Would it mourn, would it rejoice? From the shadows of the centuries Comes an echo, deep and low: We are only passing travellers, But the stones remember all. Oh, Stone of Scone, Stone of Destiny, Let the Highland wind become your song. Through tomorrow, through eternity, May your ancient story carry on. Stone of Scone, beneath the northern sky, Where the bells and rolling rivers run, Kings may fade and empires disappear, But the Stone of Destiny lives on. Through the mist of ancient morning, Underneath the rising sun, Still the stone keeps every story… And the story carries on.