Текст песни Appalachian Winter - The Cemetery where Slaves Lie Buried

Here is a place haunted,
Where shadow and soul are one,
And the land hides the horror
Of those who ran - ran for the dignity of men.

All that remains are stones
And whispered memories
For hope also fled,
And so they died - they died for the dignity of men.

These are the unmarked graves
Of those our history has left behind.