A Vision

Orð og lag: Herborg Hansen

I come from a place, a world of green
Our little paradise that few have seen

But I one night had a vision so strong
An awful frightening sight of everything gone wrong

Our land, our home

Niðurlag: Stone dead, our green had disappeared
Everyone left our paradise feared

Cold cold colder, storms we’d never seen
Dark dark darker than it had ever been

Our land, our home

Niðurlag:
Stone dead, our green had disappeared
Everyone left our paradise

Oh stone dead, our homes wrecked
Everyone’s dead cause of our own greed

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