Evo nesto malo drugacije, da ne biste svi pomislili da sam ludji nego sto jesam. Imao sam inspiraciju...
Da ne tupim mnogo...
Sliku sam napravio posle pesme, po ugledu na istu. Moglo je i bolje, ali sta da se radi...
Winter night melancholy deepens the void of abandoned nature.
Norths' Star cold light fairly intersects the moonshine,
And together they come crumbling down to the slaughter field.
Mourning over yet another loss of forest spirits...
Dark woods, once bethroned, lay naked on the ground.
Vast fields of wilderness ruined by the sickest goddamned being.
Snow falls upon to cover the wounds, but only until it's gone.
And once magnificent, forest kings tonight appear proud again.
Their ancient beauty being rediscovered through agony.
Before sunrise, owls will howl songs of sorrow, and joy...
With light's coming, curtain shall be lifted, with scars concealed.
Offspring orphans and their dead families, all dressed in white...
With no sympathy or remorse they were killed, because of greed!
In silence, they await for times without their butchers.
Saplings hurrying towards the sky to claim a place under the sun.
When they're grown no one will remain,
to feed of them but still cut their veins.
Ever strong I hope you'll be
And never more shall one harm thee.
May ice and snow cover us all
And put mother Nature back to it's throne!
Da ne tupim mnogo...
Sliku sam napravio posle pesme, po ugledu na istu. Moglo je i bolje, ali sta da se radi...
Winter night melancholy deepens the void of abandoned nature.
Norths' Star cold light fairly intersects the moonshine,
And together they come crumbling down to the slaughter field.
Mourning over yet another loss of forest spirits...
Dark woods, once bethroned, lay naked on the ground.
Vast fields of wilderness ruined by the sickest goddamned being.
Snow falls upon to cover the wounds, but only until it's gone.
And once magnificent, forest kings tonight appear proud again.
Their ancient beauty being rediscovered through agony.
Before sunrise, owls will howl songs of sorrow, and joy...
With light's coming, curtain shall be lifted, with scars concealed.
Offspring orphans and their dead families, all dressed in white...
With no sympathy or remorse they were killed, because of greed!
In silence, they await for times without their butchers.
Saplings hurrying towards the sky to claim a place under the sun.
When they're grown no one will remain,
to feed of them but still cut their veins.
Ever strong I hope you'll be
And never more shall one harm thee.
May ice and snow cover us all
And put mother Nature back to it's throne!
