Mother north
How can they sleep while their beds are burning?
Mother north
Your fields are bleeding

Memories...
The invisible wounds
Pictures that enshrine your throne gone
Come on!

A future benighted
Still they are blind
Pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood
Keeps closing their eyes
For the dangers that threat
Ourselves and our nature to preserve
And that is why they all enrage me

Sometimes in the dead of the night
I mesmerize my soul
Sights and visions, prophecies and horror
They all come in one

Mother north
United we stand, together we walk
Phantom north
I'll be there when you hunt them down