Letras:
Katahdin

Dark clouds gather in the south, the Earth trembles with fear Rain comes winds are strong the storm will be grave Trees are crushed under sky mountains

Before dawn broke the horizon we set out upon the sea The salty breeze stung our senses, the sun rose red in the east Take head the omen The sea was

Wassan-mon-ganeehla-ak creators of the northern lights Asban the wolverine Beings of the ancient age The ancient age When humans were animals Kchi

Every night we give chase And hunt the great northern bear Half the year we search in vain For Kchi Awasos As summer passes the hunt persists We hunt

: katahdn. the eerie cold of the morning. the sun shining through the pines. in the distance a fish rises to an insect. giving birth to infinite