Red Sky Over The Land Of Fells

In the midst of the dead earth up through the clouds they rise

Feet sunk in moss heads covered in a veil of white

Kings born and die but fells still watch up proud

Like giants in their grandeur they stand and hold the sky

Shadows grow tall covering the barren earth

The earth that wears only lichen and moss

The sun is setting and the sky dresses in red

for the coming six fullmoons all light will be lost

The daylight goes hiding into infinity

The last shades of red turn slowly to gray

...and then to black

On some nights will the northern lights appear

And send their rays to reflect from the snow

Colouring the lands of fells in all their shades

When they disappear... only darkness remains