Текст песни Appalachian Winter - 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 rage.

The gray sky,
A creator
frowning
in disgust.

The snow,
A burial shroud
For a dead land
And its children.

The sound surrounds with its deafening scream;
The howls remembered in my fiercest dreams.

The echoes remain;
The fear lingers.