Seasons of Retribution Lyrics – Norwegian Soft Kitten
Singer: Norwegian Soft Kitten
Title: Seasons of Retribution
I came to a stop along the highway, and turned to face the sun, low in the sky, its golden crown framing the steeple of an old wooden church, left vacant long ago by a town that had forgotten its way. and as i took steps toward the church, i smelled dust in the air, and it reminded me of the dry wind blowing over fields of rice in northern china, where none is grown, and where i ain’t never been
How many foreign seeds unsown?