Cult Of Luna - Following Betulas Lyrics




Awaken in the silent night.

Alone, inland hysteria.
I am a stranger in this land.
Here I kneel before you.

Oh, solemn glory.

Standing together on the hill.
Nothing is spoken, but understood.
Below, a procession of wooden men.
Swinging their tree trunks in the wind.

The white birches are alive, they are marching.





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  1. miedqy0

    i used to listen to it when it came out, had a long break, and lately i've been listetning to Tim Buckley a lot and somehow it reminds me of Pleasant Street. seriously.

  2. TheCpt83

    🐒💨