Land Of Silence

If these trees of old could speak,

... oh the stories they could tell,

A time when might sat high upon its mountains

Those days of pride blew away with the wind

But now silence rules this land

And everything seems to be mute

Only the streams are weeping mournfully

But if you listen their cries you can hear they're whispering and say:

"we will conquer what once was ours"

Centuries pass and the trees of the forest have grown thicker and stronger,

The snow sparkles in the winter sun, a raven perches high upon a snowy branch

To view the landscape.

As i walk along this winter path i think to myself will it ever be as it was

When mighty people of long ago roamed these lands.

When i cupped my hands to drink at a pool of water near a stream,

I realized the answer was yes, for the wind blew the trees so the sun shone

Against the water and i saw my reflection,

... i saw the portrait of a heathen.

And i hear as the stream whispers...