Appalachian Winter - The Great Battle Lyrics
Over three days time,My mountains, my beautiful mountainsBeheld immeasurable horror!When men came to slaughter men-My mountains beheld this-When souls come to ashes,And Death's roar loudens,Life reduces to the value of lead.When men cameThe world beheld the slaughterIn my beautiful mountains.When men came upon these fields,Humanity darkened.Old eventualities bore old mountainsIn their witness.When Death's roar loudens,The last moments of menAre borne in wrath, fear and shock.Better of ten thousandSpilled all their blood,And my beautiful mountainsBecame a place of horror.