Mourners

Текст песни EMPYRIUM - Mourners <br/> Meagre trees in the shrouds,as olde as the stones....Mourners of abandonҐd love,fornever their woes shall grow silent.O how many times may the moon has shone -reflected in these black lakes ?( )<br />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 miserabilityAncient bitter beautyLost is the hope of those,who walk the moors with pain in heart....and all joy it sinks,burried deep, forever presumed dead.