Ramihrdus - Springtime In The Valley

In the wake of a war
In the ashes of morning
A chill rises from the soil
And contaminates the air

The morning breeze is still
Before the suns first rays
Gleaming in the water
Reflecting off the leaves

A hand rises from the ground
An earthly grave of old
The ghost of the forest
From the stories of old

In the silent morning haze
A thousand whispers cease
Birds will raise their voice
Softly will they weep

A white mist from the grave
A tomb of frost and roots
Underneath the fallen trees
The eyes of dawn now look

A breeze picks up again
A voice comes from the north
Freya's song of spring
An ancient forest force

Walking in the woods
The trees begin to sway
In a mist of gray and white
The ground begins to change

The pain of wanting her
Silent screams from Earth
Footprints in the grass
The trees and mist will birth

I can see your shadow
Follow me to the grave