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?)
  
  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