In the night the forest lies cold Longing for the north wind to return Hear the sad whisper of the wind Blackened clouds cover the crescent moon Evil
my sword, the powers of my mind Winter is at hand, as two torches blaze in the dark A warrior dressed in black granted eternal life Black winds blow
Translation: Carpathian Forest. Return Of The Freezing Winds.
to be a god of wind You have to beat me If you want to be a god of wind You must take my skin If you want to be a god of wind You must use my nails
sore when the wind blows through the silent and red eyed sky ... those countless graves reminds me of the cold in the winds that rules the forest those
your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery 'Cause after all those wings will take you up so high So bid the forest floor goodbye As you race the wind
Sparkling trees of silver foam Cast shadows soft in winter home Swaying branches breaking sound Lonely forests trembling ground Masquerading leaves of
to differ also The ends meet the river's son So the ends meet the river's son Ours the story shall we carry on And search the forest of the sun We dream
I can't hit that border too soon Running hard out of Muskrat Flats It was sixty days or double life Hail on my back like a shotgun blast High wind chimes
Brother we have listened to your talk Coming from our father the great White Chief at Washington And my people have called upon me to reply to you And in the winds
I was standing in a graveyard Under sliver studded skies In a forest burning ashes On the bonfires of our lives As the sky fell down I was lost and found
, forth they went Forth they went together Through the rude wind's wild lament And the bitter weather Sire, the night is darker now And the wind blows
the tabloids All the fuss and fight none above a whisper From the soul of gold to the belly of a boy Well they drew him from the forest like they draw
hood Through the woods, through the birds, through the mud Through the bricks over the curves, to the forest reserve Got with four acres in the forest
Earth is our mother Just turning around With her trees in the forest And roots underground Our father above us Whose sigh is the wind Paint us a rainbow
