Red Clouds Songtext
von 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