An Ode To Man - Winterhorde

Release you to endless skies

To find the freedom you’ve never had

To sail like eagle below the clouds

To breathe the wind, but falling down

You’d leave the ground for better years

The dreams what never will come true

To kneel the god of Christian men

It’s not for you, you’re falling down again

Soil-born, child of the earth

Enchanted by heavens, but the heavens are not yours

Unleash, tear the chains of angels and gods

Grasses and trees are calling you home

He gathered all passions and dreams

Thus made the wings

And sank like a stone to the valley of nothingness

The earth was too awful and small for him

So said the folks, full of anger and grief

They laugh at the fool, but his genius was clean

Heavens were silent;

they have been watching it and smile

The earth son, the fallen

Shall return to mother earth

No human shall be

In the stellar temple

Sacred and clean…

And when he finally reached the gods

The snow was covering his corpse

The fate divided flest and soul

For whom, for what, the soil-born are falling down from earth?

Sacred and clean…