Feeble Morning - Withering

here's a new residence We have found for you Not far from the old one Care not for your belongings It has been arranged You will have the best weapons along Col

That winter the snow was drifting high It was freezing in may Our faith for tomorrow is in trial After The punishment of god comes true We haven't been inert No

The autumn comes with darkening nights and frost And the grain ready for harvest Restrain your appetite My son helped me harvesting Four days from the bartholom

On this icy road i walk The way is slippery and very dark Those suns haven't got up in days The reality i used to face Every cold morning here Every freezy blow