mourners lyrics – 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

/ empyrium lyrics