Awaken in the silent night.

Alone, inland hysteria.
I am a stranger in this land.
Here I kneel before you.

Oh, solemn glory.

Standing together on the hill.
Nothing is spoken, but understood.
Below, a procession of wooden men.
Swinging their tree trunks in the wind.

The white birches are alive, they are marching.
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Following Betulas Lyrics

Cult Of Luna – Following Betulas Lyrics