mother north how can they sleep while their beds are burning mother north your fields are bleeding memories the invisible wounds pictures that enshrine your throne gone a future benighted still they are blind pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood keeps closing their eyes for the dangers that threaten ourselves and our nature and that is why they all enrage me sometimes in the dead of the night i mesmerize my soul sights and visions prophecies and horror they all come in one mother north united we stand phantom north i ll be there when you hunt them down1