Selected Orchestrations
Winter: A world of crystal, A world of white, And frozen winds Under endless night. Winds rise; Gray skies blacken. The world becomes One Lonely footstep. The depths of time's raging ocean, The face of cosmic indifference, The persistance of life's greatest agony; All are manifest in these freezing days. The failing sun; Out of reach. Strength must be found To have a future. The world contorts, breathing passionately- Coldly - seconds become epochs. Time seizes into darkness Until the explosion of white hurries the warm of blood. The cold winds - Dancing - As if the world Has descended into a reverie of hate For the life it nurtures. This season, fierce in its passion, Hiding behind the gentle fall of snow And lifeless shades of gray, Roars with fury unknown by the evil in the minds of men.
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Storms of Winter leave an aftermath of silence. When one can hear only the breathing of the land, The mountain stands above all -also silent- Demanding nothing to be said. Voices are lost in the wind - never to reach my tired ears. Not one demand stifles this season when she wants quiet! Thoughts are lost in the wind - never to reach my tired mind. Not one idea can brighten this season when she wants darkness! Let the snow fall! I crave its silence! Voices are lost forever to the wind; never to reach my tired ears again! NEVER.
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
If freedom was to to fall from the heavens As brilliant orbs of light, The people of the mountains would catch them first And hold them closely to their hearts. If you hold close to your heart A treasure greater than life, You will know death before separation, And so you will hold it for your eternity. You who think you rule over men May put to paper any words you wish, But they who live in the mountains Will always be free, And owe you, who know not Of life's great struggle, Nothing.
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Many pass here, but few are to know. Few live here. They inherit a corner of this world Sweetened by the absence of eyes upon it. A microcosm can reflect a universe. So we live; tiny lives in our forgotten town. Let it be nothing to those who pass by, For it is everything to me.
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Over three days time, My mountains, my beautiful mountains Beheld immeasurable horror! When men came to slaughter men- My mountains beheld this- When souls come to ashes, And Death's roar loudens, Life reduces to the value of lead. When men came The world beheld the slaughter In my beautiful mountains. When men came upon these fields, Humanity darkened. Old eventualities bore old mountains In their witness. When Death's roar loudens, The last moments of men Are borne in wrath, fear and shock. Better of ten thousand Spilled all their blood, And my beautiful mountains Became a place of horror.
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Colossal things rose in my mountains; Born of rocks and men. They found within themselves a thirst for fire. So followed many lands to take of my mountains As monstrous works changed my land forever. It was my land first Where fire was found; The essence of life long since gone. The souls of a forgotten time Were torn from the Earth, And made to live again As fire in the heart of a new age. It was my land first, Where cold eyes fell upon the mountains, And monsters rose among them -Nailed to the land- To take of the mountains While others were carved away, And left to rot by monstrous men. It was my land first . . .
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Stands there a smaller city upon rivers. In the mountains there, men forged steel under a ghastly shadow. When the rains came, Tragedy was forewritten, For men had declared the river a lake, And when the rains came, the river reclaimed itself. No barrier built knows the truth of Earth, Water and Sun. When eyes closed and Life laid down en masse, The city, scarred and horrified, became a dire warning - Remembered still by my people. When the rains come again, Will the next river break free?
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Hear now, Great Mother of my land, Your ghost haunts all that is here, now, Here, that I call home. Here - now, Laurentia is upon The soul of a northern one Who wishes to know her. Secrets cast in stone And locked by the hands of time Are the only remnants Of a land lost to the ages. A stone image of a seafarer Cradled skyward upon a ridge Has spoken of my mountains With an incredible voice Passing ghosts from the rocks To my dreams. Hear now, Great Mother of my land That you are upon my dreams, You, great Laurentia!
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Upon this world Even lands wander Upon journeys of thousands of miles. And in this epoch A great ocean dies Before the march of the lands' last embrace. The death of one Earth In genesis of another Brings lands closer to what our ages know. For behold, great forces below Upend the basin and the mountains now rise! Land comes upon land in an old, grand epoch of change. When all lands are in search of each other, The seas will yield before their advance, For behold, great forces below Upend the basin and the mountains now rise!
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Rise to the heavens; Reach out through time. When lands collide, Let the mountains rise. Rise to the heavens as all lands gather, Riding the storms within the Earth. In this brief moment before it seems That all life will die, Something beautiful happened, And my Appalachians rose proudly into the sky! Long ago, my mountains were the tallest, Before wind and rain had their say. But even today, only ignorant eyes Can look upon these Appalachians And call them "humble." For they have borne skyward The fractured remains of a time That tell us about the forgotten age Of a once different Earth. Rise to the heavens and unite distant epochs, For all lands became one In the moments of your origin. And bear thee skyward the imprints of ancient times, For you are the mighty Appalachians, Old and beautiful; You are a testament of the Earth!
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Span of the Earth; Many have become but one Ancient giant, For the lands came upon greatness and fused. And in the middle, Mountains like none before Kissed the heavens and stood against All that time could summon. Span of the Earth; Mother of my mountains! Fire below; The forge of all epochs! The Earth above; The face of eternal change! The mountains high; The dreams of the gods themselves! The greatest of lands Destined to be torn asunder; For giants that seem unmoveable Flow as rivers charging from the mountains. Span of the Earth; An old world's ghosts in a new age, Though the story of my mountains Is far from ending!
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
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Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
How can it be That the river is stronger than the mountain, The water can move the land, That the Rain can crumble to boulder? How can it be? How can it be The the river can stand it ground, And say, "The mountain shall not rise here, And my course to the sea shall remain, Unabated"? For when the mountain tried to give the river To the heavens, the river cut back down, Saying, "None shall move me from this Earth!" But these things are to be this world, That the river can carve the land, That this Earth - forever changed - Changes forever!
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
When these mountains rose, the Earth gained a new beauty. And when these mountains rose, A new soul was brought upon this land. For the mountains sing the tales of the ages, And they bring the heavens closer to the Earth. My mountains stand, so eternal and glorious As the genesis of endless wonder. See now what remains of ages ancient -To this land -To this world. For the mountains sing the tales of the ages, And they bring the heavens closer to my heart, As my soul calls out to the ancient epochs, That echo still from peak to shaded valley.
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026