Unknown

Behind a shadow of winter's chill
A slowly waning summer grieves
It's echoes heard where time stood still
A final emblem of autumn leaves

And so to stand the test of time
Upon the hills of blazing red
One takes a soaring mountain's climb
Upon a land no mortals tread

A fate once sealed in blood of man
A nature from which none could flee
But twists and turns of time's own sand
Which few have known have set us free