7 acessos
Headlights are set easily
To wild creatures and setting suns
The cast outs are carried home
To winter pastures to freeze alone
Single trails branch out forever
Encountering deer's will
Always endeavour to notice familiar
Places together
Drenched lands are set neatly
To pale backdrop, secluded homes
Each one half cast in stone
Will fall completely to rivers flow
Look out for them!
Hello boys I've got a message for you!
Don't ever, ever strike the town
Unless you change your colours
Don't ever return to beat the man
Unless you go into the forest land
I've got a message for you.