Journey of the Moles — Belobog Ancient Poetry Collection

I had once gazed toward the snowcapped peak Frosty springs had yet flow into the prologue But appear skybound the eyes of others in the dark hours Clouds enveloped the mason in the village And travelers peer into the Amber's past The journey of my heart Is the pilgrimage of my soul I had once gazed toward the snowcapped peak In the days boreas borrowed my singing voice The land and the birds will all fall silent You will see the spine of the world on the mining veins Above the stars and below the bonfire wood Forging memories in the name of the blacksmith Given meaning by the supreme fire I dig burrows, and you build walls I dig burrows, and you build walls And one day the walls will fall And one day the tears will fall The end is etched into the distant plains Waiting for this poem to die Till the snowcapped peaks close their eyes Or the flowers fall