Panopticon
Aptrgangr
the subtle voice whisperingthe satin temptation of the windwhile our civilization lies in ruinwe answer the call of the wildernessthe ominous skies resemblingblood soaked battle fieldsin the shelter of the foresta reprieve from our ordealthe laughter of the windthe weeping of the rainTHE THUNDER GOD'S HAMMER COMING DOWNas we return to the wild again...the interegnum has ended...where will we go in this strange land we should have called home?the elusive ghosts of the native ancestral spirit no longer vacant from its thronewe must learn to live with out comfort, to be fed we must learn to grow.
From Letras Mania