Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Ветер Севера

wind North
Sing to me of my house
That dare to forget
In the sky is gray
We 're gone at dawn
Prior to the Halls of Fate
Crushed ice porch
Coney Hour End
While waiting for the call of the last trumpet

calls heather
Hide our tracks
And they remember them
Who would believe us
Knights fallen star
From discarded books
Let in the pattern since
No poetry , no names
But they have forgotten to remind the midnight cry

word thrown
Rest will be destroyed
And living warmth
fine medley
The world under the cruel hand
As stained glass
At the behest of the creators
We laugh in the face
At the hands of inept die hard

sleep timeless
In the sticky deaf silence
rewrite phrases
slow poison
Lie in blackened wine
Latest gift from us
In the window beats Dawn
No more
We reach the Halls at the appointed hour

wind North
Sing to me of my house
That dare to forget
In the sky is gray
We 're gone at dawn
Prior to the Halls of Fate
Crushed ice porch
Coney Hour End
While waiting for the call of the last trumpet