Caves have ears

Under the mass of steep hills
Covered by impenetrable wilds
And ancient lakes
They dwell
By the ancient lakes they dwell
Echoes in circles
Engraved through ruins
By the blood bright teeth
Of mankind
Under the mass of steep hills
Spells, threats and screams
Bury, bury me deep i need to face
Again all my sins that ate my soul
Echoes in circles engraved on stones