Текст песни Astral Path - Between Appalachia and the Shield

A horizon of pine
A shield of oak
The gale breath of the Northern winds...

Lamentations of yore
'Fore ages of Man
Odes to Boreas echoed over the land

In the forest below
Where spirits roamed in darkness
Bound in life, to stand guard after death

Under grey skies
Ripe with winter's chill
"A few acres of snow", once hallowed ground.

We've left the Earth
A dead, cold world
Stripped of its vigor
By those it gave life

The days grow cold
The nights grow long
Between Appalachia and the Shield

On the stillest of nights
When the frost grips the soil
The light of the Aurora
Still paints vivid dreams
Bringing life to the emptiness
Recalling what once was