Leave One Small Coal #shamanic #metal #music

[Verse] Across the steppe the cold wind bends A raven circles where the old road ends My mother’s hands laid salt and bread The names we carried ride with the dead [Chorus] Ride, dark horse, through the winter plain Carry our grief where the rivers drain Call to the hills, let the lost ones hear We keep their fire, we keep them near [Verse] The felt walls breathe beneath the snow A copper bowl catches the moon’s pale glow I knot the reins, I count the years And give the night what it came to hear [Chorus] Ride, dark horse, through the winter plain Carry our grief where the rivers drain Call to the hills, let the lost ones hear We keep their fire, we keep them near [Outro] When dawn returns to the empty land Leave one small coal in the open hand ​ ⁨@ibrahim.kapusuz⁩ #ibrahimkapusuz