Текст песни Following Betulas - Cult of Luna

Awaken in the silent night
Alone, inland hysteria
I'm a stranger in this land
Here I kneel before you

Solemn glory
Solemn glory

Standing together on the hill
Nothing is spoken, but yet understood

Below, a procession of wooden men
Swinging their tree trunks in the wind

Standing together on the hill
Nothing is spoken, but yet understood

The white birches are alive
They are marching
The white birches are alive
They are marching
The white birches are alive
They are marching
The white birches are alive
They are marching