After the Burial - Drifts

Oh, so fucking cold The winds, the drifts of winter
Bone chilling nightfall
Early evening sundowns
Make nights seem more like borealis dreams
My roots run deep, through veins, my ancestry
Everything I know, in body and soul

Lakeland
Look to the river rushing
Unparalleled its power
It carves away at the land
Eroding the banks, consuming the sands
And washes away to her majesty
They say, there's no other place like home, and they said it best
I've realized what this place means to me,

Lakeland
I can see my reflection in the land, I see my form
And I know the land reflects in my self
It reflects in my self

Written by:
Justin Lowe, Dan Carle, Anthony Notarmaso, Lee Floral, Trent Hafdahl

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Lyrics © KILLPHONIC

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