empyrium

Lover's Grief.Empyrium

Über den Sternen

The Oaken Throne

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

Empyrium - Mourners

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Empyrium - The Turn Of The Tides

Outside the rain keeps falling
On foul soil, dying snow
Melting and transforming
to waters made of woe

Grey clouds brewing idle
the trees can not withstand
What is dead and gone by
is mixing with the sand...

...In the gutter of this spring

Inside the days remain
in a dim and lightless paint
and with the naked branches
the sun did not acquint

What is dead and gone by
and did not yet begin
is flowing to my hand
from the gutter of this spring

Empyrium - Die Schwaene im Schilf

Ahmed Aydın

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