The Village Near The Mountain

In the mist near the mountain
The shapes of beings form in the fog
Heads are drooping slightly down at their work
Cold breeze is rippling the rice patties below

Your futile destiny is here
You work till you die
For the beast that dwells here
Rewards devotion and pride
For your village needs your labor

We are bearing the burdens of our dead
To be reborn as one with the earth
Against whom we have sinned

The spirits tolerate us
For we are shown their mercy as long as we stay here

An empire grows in the east, hungry as it is violent
If the villagers stay, they will be slaughtered and consumed

The elders have chosen
It is better to die with pride
Than to run away from torment
And dishonor those who have died

We are bearing the burdens of our dead
To be reborn as one with the earth
Against whom we have sinned

Oh, Great Spirit of the mountain
Bless us with the shade of your forest
Bring us favor as we sacrifice to thee



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremiah Oard
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