Quiet Village Lyrics
Hung in the tree of life
Wounded
Bleeding
I fall from the hall of gods
The bond has been cut
I cannot stand
Nor speak
I cannot crawl
Nor think clearly
I start over again
And again
And again
The bond has been cut
The tree has fallen
The life of a god
Returns
Again
There is no death for the honourable
There is no end for the honourable
Only eternal rebirth