Mourners - Empyrium

Lyrics by：Markus Stock

Composed by：Markus Stock

Meagre trees in the shrouds as old as the stones

Mourners of abandon'd love forever their woes shall grow silent

O how many times may the moon has shone reflected in these black lakes?

Should it be that 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