Greenlander - Pavement

On an icy island in north, in the woods beside the church

We can bury crimson lockets filled with dirt

And when the April thaw brings us out again

We can bless the arrows

And the sun won’t stall

And the land will never fall

On virgin fields we’ll skate, stand by children we’ll create

Like the arctic wind we spin

A windmill’s rose into the threshing soul

You can’t thresh the snow

When the snow is sending

There’s no divine grove

You can see the blankets go

Everything I did was right, everything I said was wrong

Now, I’m waiting for the night to bring the dawn

Into the only room where the fire’s warm

Where we keep our vices warm and it’s all that’s left

All that’s left is vices torn