Death of Folk

He Came From Foreign Land

Death of Folk


The autumn was sharing its pain
With valleys down the mountains high
Was season of hunger in lands
And people died like summers fire
The
sorrow was blinding their eyes
To see the hope in foreign come
They cast then the spell of betray
They did forget his sacrifice
Like morning that showed him no way
Somehow he managed to forget
But soonly the sadness took his breath away
It crushed his heart with endless isolation scarrs
He always considered the pain
To be the source of art and gardener of life
But now it is eating his flesh away
Like once he came from foreign land
Save me from the winters eves and lonesome nights
It captured my spirit with its sadness and frost
For I've never seen those shores far northen most
To rename the forest is to kill the Folk
A place forlorn
The sacred site of foreign dome
A place unknown
The site where eagles nests are formed
The autumn was sharing its pain
With valleys down the mountains high
Was season of hunger in lands
The people died like summers fire
But people could never believe
That Gods would bring this spirit back
The plague and the hunger now seemed
To reign forever in his heart
This means war...