Lyrics - Mourners by Empyrium

Meagre trees in the shrouds,as olde as the stones....
Mourners of abandonåd love,fornever their woes shall grow silent.
O how many times may the moon has shone -reflected in these black lakes?
Should it be that we can hear,the woes of those who ceased their lifes?
O so old they are...they bare the neverending grief...
Age-old miserability
Ancient bitter beauty
Lost is the hope of those,who walk the moors with pain in heart....and all joy it sinks,burried deep, forever presumed dead.
O so old they are...they bare the neverending grief...
Age - old miserability,a bitter beauty thrilling me

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