Northwestern
Embers scrape, November skies
Winter comes, to purify
Morning sun, Peaks of Fire
Seasons Change, sure as the Tide
Within the Trees, Behind the Veil
Gravel points the Way
Dreams call you, To Borderlands
To the Northern Gates
Decidedly - Northwestern
Behold your Purple Skies
Prelude to Your Night
From inside I see your Ways
Within Your Dreaming Eyes
Gravel takes it Away
Rain to Purify
We Live Amongst the Trees
In Darkness and in Light
