Inland Rain - Cult Of Luna

Black roots run through me like veins

Igniting fires

Delivering life

The night brings time to an end

Silence changes form

I return

At last words will be spoken with heart

In air they form the thoughts that they carry

Eyes of the forest

Stakes driven through frost

Stones are laid out

A circle for those who lost

My children will work this land

With devout hands

With harshness of mind

Stones are laid out

Stones are laid out

Here comes the rain

The falling sky

The hidden road

The direction home