Appalachian Winter piosenki
Utwory wykonawcy:
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 deat...
Silence Before the Great Mountain Wind
Endless nights of roaring wind, endless days of ocean blue skies over endless mountains within endless days of Winter's wrath. These are the days that build the soul. These are the nights that test the will. These are the hours to gain pure wisdom. These...
So Are We Wrought Our Sun and Our Earth
Somewhere, in a corner of the cosmos, Long since lost to time, When stars were young, That which we know had its genesis. And so from the remnants of ancient stars long dead, Somewhere, a center was found and destiny followed. And in a sightless, blind...
Solitude
Storms of Winter leave an aftermath of silence. When one can hear only the breathing of the land, The mountain stands above all -also silent- Demanding nothing to be said. Voices are lost in the wind - never to reach my tired ears. Not one demand stifles thi...
Solstice
Cold winds can appear to shatter the heavens, As if they were black ice; glinting with starlight. When these nights are long and darkness rules all time, All dimensions fold back and become singular. When the nights are long It's as if Warmth's forgotten...
Stars, Make Creation Shine Again
Fire, ashes fire; - creation upon creation - The cosmos finds new life as the epochs pass. Let light fall upon creation's distant realms. Vaporous seas of essence - once distant - Now entwining, Bear the vortexes that bear the cosmos light. May creat...
The Age of Worlds Coming Forth
Now is when stars build the cosmos. From creation to creation And fire to fire The Stars no longer wander alone To sing from the face of the deep. Now is the epoch of worlds. Glorious creation becoming grander And singing more loudly with distinct ha...
The Cemetery Where Slaves Lie Buried
Here is a place haunted, Where shadow and soul are one, And the land hides the horror Of those who ran - ran for the dignity of men. All that remains are stones And whispered memories For hope also fled, And so they died - they died for the dignity of...
The Cycle of Sea and Mountain
Rise to the knowledge of the Earth! Mountain and sea are eternally tied In their vortex - a swirl of re-creation - In an embrace as old as time. The epochs echo those that came before, As the sea and mountains sing the harmony of this world. Rise...
The Death of the Last Wolf
You beasts, what is this you have done To come upon my land and kill my gentle grazers, Who I see torn asunder and dead? You beasts, what is this deviltry, That you come in the night to destroy That which I protect, That which is not wild, That which before yo...
The Freezing Night Howls
Mountain winds howl Tormented plaintive calls. The land shudders As if in agony. Even during warn times The echoes remain, The fear lingers, As if the land holds its breath. Winter winds upon bare flesh Are as if a knife Held by hateful hands, And thrust by...
The Great Battle
Over three days time, My mountains, my beautiful mountains Beheld immeasurable horror! When men came to slaughter men- My mountains beheld this- When souls come to ashes, And Death's roar loudens, Life reduces to the value of lead. When men came The...
The Great Flood of 1889
Stands there a smaller city upon rivers. In the mountains there, men forged steel under a ghastly shadow. When the rains came, Tragedy was forewritten, For men had declared the river a lake, And when the rains came, the river reclaimed itself. No barri...
The Last All-Land
Span of the Earth; Many have become but one Ancient giant, For the lands came upon greatness and fused. And in the middle, Mountains like none before Kissed the heavens and stood against All that time could summon. Span of the Earth; Mother...
The Mountains in Stone
I am the Mountain. I am Stone. I am the sky. I am the rivers. I am the rain. I am the fog. I am the wind. I am the sun. My rage, played by the storm, My desire, thrown to the sky, My passion, roaring in the wind, All these things are me, and I am they. And wh...
The Rage of the Great Mountain
As a cold, fierce wind surrounded me, And slashed painfully through my senses, I heard a warning, that no matter the season, The Great Mountain would not weep for any life it takes. Tension mounts, and another strom rises, Blowing over the Great Mountain. The...
The Rage of the Sky
Beauty, lost in the fog, not beheld by eyes longing in the face of pain, not in defeat satisfied. The rage of the sky, shown in the Wind betrays not a temperate clime or the fates of fools lost in the storm never to be seen again. Hail to the sky! I give you...
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 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 fe...
The Town Old Man Schell Built
Many pass here, but few are to know. Few live here. They inherit a corner of this world Sweetened by the absence of eyes upon it. A microcosm can reflect a universe. So we live; tiny lives in our forgotten town. Let it be nothing to those who pas...