Woody Guthrie Chorus: This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the New York island, From the red wood forest to the Gulf stream
I'm afraid of the night, helpless The forest is drenched in sinister fog My home is in the mountains, without civilisation I have no contact to the outside
in the deepest twilight, the depths of Avathar. Your odem goes down the green rivers and high up to the blue skies, to the wide open forests and mountains
A misty path through woods long past enshrined in silence and runes will keep the secrets of Dol Guldur Far away and over the cold fog mountains our
Cold and fog, dawn is breaking now And if you ever will be free Gone is knowing how River flows, no one wonders why And on the other side, something
Mystic summonings behind the wall of sleep Veil of swirling fog Realm behond all warmth and light Let swords slice their path through the maze of rotten
our slavonic souls drowned in the soft fog of our dreams. I'm walking in the night and grief chains my heart when the autumn forest looses its leaves
This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the New York island From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made
laughs, the time we got high For seven days down in New Orleans And it seemed like no one else knew We were just the moon and sun In fog before the heat
path And stepped inside the forest Still hearing the whisper: "Come closer to me..." But suddenly the beautiful trees And days light turned Into a landscape of thorn and fog
mind in fog, spinning about walking alone, through a forest of doubt searching for reason, proud and frail running in circles but can't find the trail
Deep in selcusion Away from the light Amidst the beasts Of this forest of darkness Forgotten slumber Enthroned in stone Remembered not Lost in time
the sky, as the forsaked throne embrace it`s soul. With blood on their hands, and high-raised swords, the ancient gods command. Fading the forest the
they mer during the day they decided to set camp so that they coud get som rest. But the presence of evil floated like fog in the forest, and they were
-scented fog Desert bloom, evergreen Misty rose, fresh lemon Regular and unscented Potpourri, wild oak, petunia Ocean mist, musk, hazel wood Irish nights, sandal wood, rain forest
A species of the steppes and city I am neither of one kind Dissolving in the slendour of this desolation The forest has been filled by a fog Exactly
, back in the days with galoshes and slush Don't rush me, don't touch me dawg Stay spiritual, I'm blessed, get up up out that fog Don't rush me, don't
Where the wind blows over the mountaintops into the ancient sky And the flowers whither in the shadows of an autumn night Misty fog arises from the valleys