RVA: The Song of the Lost
I've been meaning to update the song Melanie sings in CotRV to something more fitting with Foxen mythology. I'm probably going to go with this.
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The snow is Cold and biting, the Darkness black and deep.
Your footsteps grow heavy, your wounds slowly seep.
Fear drives you forward, shelter you do seek.
For there you can rest, and finally dare to sleep.
The Mother's fire guides you, if you could only see.
In Her arms she'll warm you, in fields of green.
They say the snow is endless, the sky void of stars.
The bodies of the unseeing, frozen on the ground.
You trip and stumble o'er them, no shelter to be seen.
Your chain of sin drags in the snow, you've long since lost the key.
The Mother's fire guides you, if you could only see.
In Her arms she'll warm you, in fields of green.
The smoke scent fills you nose, the spark can just be seen.
Your foot pads quicken in the snow, the pain now just a dream.
The Mother gathers you in Her embrace, and carries you like a child.
The chain falls away from your leg, your sins now reconciled.
The Mother's fire guided you, because you could still see.
Close your eyes so you may rest, in Her fields of green
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The snow is Cold and biting, the Darkness black and deep.
Your footsteps grow heavy, your wounds slowly seep.
Fear drives you forward, shelter you do seek.
For there you can rest, and finally dare to sleep.
The Mother's fire guides you, if you could only see.
In Her arms she'll warm you, in fields of green.
They say the snow is endless, the sky void of stars.
The bodies of the unseeing, frozen on the ground.
You trip and stumble o'er them, no shelter to be seen.
Your chain of sin drags in the snow, you've long since lost the key.
The Mother's fire guides you, if you could only see.
In Her arms she'll warm you, in fields of green.
The smoke scent fills you nose, the spark can just be seen.
Your foot pads quicken in the snow, the pain now just a dream.
The Mother gathers you in Her embrace, and carries you like a child.
The chain falls away from your leg, your sins now reconciled.
The Mother's fire guided you, because you could still see.
Close your eyes so you may rest, in Her fields of green