Samoth - Primordial Freedom lyrics

The leaves are falling Once again we march The north is calling Grounded virtue of man Mountains bleak Crisp air fills the sky Will we find what we seek Before we all die Under the harvest moon I call for primordial freedom Solice amongst the trees Like a ghosts of the past Holding many a tale Will yours be the last? Mesmerizing formations Burning black coal To reach and bury The chaos of a longing soul Instinctive fire A sense of something real Cleansing the angstridden flesh Strengthening the steel Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Under the harvest moon I call for primordial freedom