Appalachian Winter - The Struggle under the Freezing Heavens | Текст песни

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• Appalachian Winter
• The Struggle under the Freezing Heavens

A nightmare of cold blasts sear through my weakened flesh, and like knives of hardened steel they puncture my very essence.
And as the ground reddens from my loss of blood,
I come to know that the weight of this day has grown dire.

Death-bound, but without fear,
Life and Death are but illusions.
Non-existence is but a concern of the extant.

Oh, you vicious winds, lay me out so I may gaze upon that sky I've loved for the whole of my life.
And let me also gaze upon the Great Mountain,
That I should know it as my only God.

The sky fades into a grayish blue,
And the Great Mountain has taken the form of a wall of crystal white.
And should it be true that these are my dying thoughts;
Grant me the strength to declare that under no other sky, would I rather have lived,
And before no other mountain
Would I rather have held awe!