From the darkness.
To the tyrants.
In the silence of the masses.
Remove the hand of man from her nature.
To the mountains.
I will shout it.
In the winter.
She will guide me.
I will find her.
And protect her.
From the madness.
Down the valleys.
Through the rivers of humanity.
In her we are born.
In her we all die.
Remove the hand of man.
From her nature.
She will leave us when we need her.
For her beauty is not granted.
Destroy the touch of man.
From the mountains.
Through the rivers.
Drown the oceans of humanity.
In her we all die.
In her we re-birth.
Incredible how one man can compose such a thing. Beautiful. Today's one-man bands (or projects) are to me contemporary composers comparable to those from the old times like Wagner, plus they are their own orchestra... WolfGang