Tales Beneath Ashen Skies
(hummmm) (hummmm) The soil turns black before the frost
Every penny counted and lost
A murder of crows upon the plow No bread remains to break
right now
Cold wind crawling through the broken stone
Gather the seed or sleep alone
The red sun sets,
the rivers dry
Listen close to the raven's cry
(hey-ah, hey-ah)
The wells run bitter at the brink
No clean water left to drink
The cattle turn their eyes away
No dawn will spare this quiet day
Mark the post, bar the wooden door (bar
the
door) What's coming won't stay poor (won't stay
poor) Seven years of iron and ash Burn it down in a
single flash
Cold wind crawling through the broken stone
Gather the seed or sleep alone
The red sun sets,
the rivers dry
Listen close to the raven's cry
(hey-ah, hey-ah, ho) (hummmm) (hey-ah)
Nothing remains beneath
the snow