So we have left behind the ceaseless change The ceaseless change of seasons, Embittered by the inevitable maelstrom That draws us towards the fields of winter Where crows burst out in their scornful cries. And our eyes fall on the realm of much prouder But nevertheless even sadder creatures The realm of the Storm birds
Written by: MICHAEL ZEISSL, TOM SEDOTSCHENKO
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