Hunting Greenland August 2026

I am chasing echoes in the wild, on people, towns. A river is my mirror, a valley is my song. Here among the quiet is exactly where I belong. Cause I only care for the mountains high. Where the jagged peaks meet the endless sky. I only care for the winding stream. Washing away the dust, waking up the dream. Leave the gold and the hollow games behind. In the rocks and the river, my soul I find. Yeah, the mountains and the rain, the rivers and the plain. That's all I'll ever need. Just the mountains and the stream. Living in the tranquil dream. Drifting away. Just the mountains and the stream. Where the jagged peaks meet the endless sky. I only care for the winding stream. Washing away the dust, waking up the dream. Leave the gold and the hollow games behind. In the rocks and the river.