Текст с Bandcamp’а: “I feel I’ve lost my way The world no longer glows the way it did in times of old Frayed and worn bare Alive but losing life, where is the landscape of my youth? The time is calling now A season to salvage all you fought and struggled for We rise up to the land The land rises up in turn before us, beckoning to come Time for prayer has come Beg thy work not to be done Over the snows of Yamato (The tincture of your memory Fleeting immortality Silver opportunity) The message that fell from the skies The welcoming darkness Upon the ancient heath of Yamato A thousand thousand snows have fallen once and disappeared Silent cloak, cold eyes for wisdom Old garb to gather round me yet again Furtive pilgrims’ traipse Totems of wood and stone marching up the mountainside A little to endure, so much left to bear Mewling beasts in the distance, a fire close at hand from 良き者形無し (The Good Man Has No Shape), released April 21, 2016“
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