[Lyric] Red Clouds (Old Growth)

Our future has been foretold by the wise elders of our ancestors
They saw the cycle of life not completed for the first time
They saw the seventh generation wasting away in silence
Their bleached bones lying on dry and barren ground

'The sun‘s brightness fades, and the winds sigh humanely, the clouds rain tears, and the woods shed their leaves
They put on mourning in midsummer.'

Blood red clouds drift through the windswept autumn sky
No new world arises from the frozen grip of the old
When spring‘s gleams of light won‘t melt the remnants of winter
When hibernation ends with the first snowfall
Changes far greater than the falling of the leaves
Await us at season's end