Appalachian Winter - The Storm and the Mountains | Текст песни

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• Appalachian Winter
• The Storm and the Mountains

Uneasy air,
Smell of danger,

And wind is upon the land,
In a sudden rage.

All are cowed;
Rendered fragile.

Under an erupting sky,
Only fear can be known.

Even the fierce ones,
Fall under a black sky.

Few are the storms,
That thirst not for blood.

Roar of the storm,
Scream of the wind,

They, too die.
A lonely sunbeam fights the gloom

Silence.

And again, the mountains can be seen.