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
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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