Appalachian Winter - January Thunder | Текст песни

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• Appalachian Winter
• January Thunder

Something harsh approaches.
Skies blacken over a world of white.
Something in the air tenses,
And speaks of Time gone mad.
Anger is shown in the sky,
As hibernating fears awaken.
Aura of evil descends,
As a sleeping Winter landscape is touched by Violence.

Cold day horror!
Thunder lurks in our midst!
Young year Terror!
Lightning kissed . . .

May Thunder always rain
Its roar of dominance
Upon you mortal creatures
And your insipid pride.
May the whirlwinds come upon you,
Bringing Terror and Death
To remind the haughtiest of men
That their lives mean nothing.

Hail to the fire
Between the dark clouds
Throwing their ire
Upon ice-clotted ground!

Speak to me not of things mild,
For this world knows not meekness.
Speak to me indeed, of power –
That Rain and Wind spell the death of a mountain!

I dare ye who speak of a \"gentle\" and \"temperate\" world
To say your peace to the Thunder
That rolls across this Frozen Land;
The fools you are –
TELL YOUR LIES!

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