2.Sentinels of darkness
Gazing at the landscape, after all you'll find my fellows
there, on the tranquil traces of my white, clear land. No need
to fear
opening the gates to travel, it comes so nearly
to make you feel the glorious side
Feeling free, diving into times you'll never forget, hunger for
freedom, in the silence of wintery nights, spirits herald. The
wind comes
The light looses significance, throughout the night
Owl singing the dead song inside the forest of dusk uncontrolled
desire rising
from above the heart strength is near to haunt you
Coming to touch your soul. Heed to the harmonious song of wise
owl.
All fear fading away. By hearing the hoarse cry.
Take a look as the mighty wind will bring the flood washing your
pain
takes your sorrow to far away face of the old trees glorifying
the land
Calls to spirits made before you time for joining with the long
breeze of day
when the wind scars the bleached faces, of the snowy land,
cold scent of the wind, brings the truth from behind different
sides.
Hear them calling for precious spirits to fly dreaming the truth
sets your soul free takes your body once breathing the death
surrounds you
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