A horizon of pine A shield of oak The gale breath of the Northern winds...
Lamentations of yore 'Fore ages of Man Odes to Boreas echoed over the land
In the forest below Where spirits roamed in darkness Bound in life, to stand guard after death
Under grey skies Ripe with winter's chill "A few acres of snow", once hallowed ground.
We've left the Earth A dead, cold world Stripped of its vigor By those it gave life
The days grow cold The nights grow long Between Appalachia and the Shield
On the stillest of nights When the frost grips the soil The light of the Aurora Still paints vivid dreams Bringing life to the emptiness Recalling what once wasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
