Thorp Afield Songtext
von Morost

Yonder thorp afield, bastion of life
Despite oppressive, massive threat it′s way comes

No people nowhere in sight as close as I stand
Yet close enough to sense them defending their way
Their weakness observed and fathomed, beheld
Succumb and desist or grow with futility

Remain the husk, ordeal will take the rest

This thorp afield now bathes in fear
As it ever was and naught has changed, oh no


The loathsome lot of them, plainly mad, how else
Would you explain them gripping hope that way
I am not as they, I do not hope, I do not
Feel the need to procreate, sustain

Remain...
Remain...
Remain the husk, ordeal will take the rest
You lose to celebrate survival at it's best

You lose to celebrate survival at it′s best

This thorp afield, now ruined and dead
Half buried in snow, those cold hardened people

Winter came hard
Winter came raw
Winter came hard