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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
