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