Eternal Songtext
von Appalachian Winter

Winterscape
Truly the land of the fallen
For I believe that Hell
Could be no colder

The ceaseless, assailing cold
The endless, howling wind
The eternal white blanket
Fall to darkness upon the long-drawn night


And yet when the sky does clear
That beautiful blue
And that bright sunlight
Look as does salvation

Is this Winter′s truth
So be it
I give myself
Winter, let me be your prophet

When this flesh and blood fall back to the Earth
Let my ghost howl with that torturous wind
For suffering is the temperance
Of a soul made worthwhile


So to all whom I love
One more embrace
By the union of Heaven and Earth
We are made in the image of greatness