Following Betulas Lyrics

Cult Of Luna Following Betulas

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

The white birches are alive, they are marching