mother north

mother north - how can they sleep while their beds are burning?

mother north - your fields are bleeding

memories. the invisible wounds

pictures that enshrine your throne gone

come on!

a future benighted

still they are blind

pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood

keeps closing their eyes

for the dangers that threat

ourselves and our nature

and that is why they all enrage me

sometimes in the dead of the night

i mesmerize my soul

sights and visions prophecies and horror

they all come in one

mother north - united we stand

together we walk

phantom north - i'll be there when you hunt them down