Appalachian Winter - Season of my Sorrow | Текст песни

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• Appalachian Winter
• Season of my Sorrow

We descend into a world of contrast-
The fullest white of Winter's rage
And darkest black of a winter's night.

These months, I know only cold.
These months, I know only how to suffer.

We descend into a world of fright
And come to know our mortality,
For death is written upon every ice pellet
And flake of snow that falls from the sky.

These months I only know cold . . .

We descend into a world of beauty.
It offers a test and demands one to stand,
For if we can stand with the unforgiving wilderness,
We prove ourselves worthy of its fruits.

So here I am:
I stand silent before the Great Mountain Wind!