Vista previa
Mother north
how can they sleep
while their beds are burning
mother north
your fields are bleeding
memories...the invisible wounds
pictures that enshrine your throne are gone
a future benighted
still they are blind
pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood
keeps closing their eyes
for the dangers that threaten
ourselves and our nature
and that is why they all enrage me
sometimes in the dead of the night
i mesmerize my soul
sights and visions
prophecies and horror
they all come in one
mother north
united we stand (together we walk)
phantom north
i'll be there when you hunt them down