Nomad

Pass through the fields
Follow the river to the sea
Stand tall as the Evergreens
Tread light on the needles that cover the ground

Blue skies in the Hunter's eye
Another trail goes cold
And the well runs dry
Where it used to flow
Down the mountainside, to the fields below

By the light of the moon
The forest takes a different shape
And the Spirits awaken
They showеd me the signs
In evеry broken branch and the leaves that have fallen

Blue skies in the Hunter's eye
Another trail goes cold
And the well runs dry
Where it used to flow
Down the mountainside, to the fields below