How heavy I feel, Through days of bleak, biting cold. Carried by the wind, Through fingers, and rushes of maple
Lonely mountain, grandest father of stone, Adorned in water and roots cold echoes upon an eternal throne.
We were held together by the unyielding belief that our graves were not tombs, but seeds.
With grey hewn stones, marking our roots to grow anew among the ancient trees Yet under the dominion of man Naught but dust and ash can grow
Lonely mountain, grandest father of stone, Adorned in water and roots cold echoes upon an eternal throne.
I wander alone in the Endless Forest, Where stones remain unturned in the forgotten wood. I step carefully through the mist, Shadows hem my path through the pine On the mountain rising from cold earth, Where naught but the wind calls my name
Freed from the burden of belief That I must preserve my body No sign of my passing Only the dust of man
The cold rising mountain, the burning ice and grasping roots Scour all of the tombs We thought would remain
Lonely mountain, grandest father of stone, Adorned in ice and roots cold echoes upon an eternal throne. Your majesty casts a great shadow Unceasing, impenetrable, on the fate of man.
Ubiquitous melancholy, does mother feel thee?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
