Lover's Grief.Empyrium

Where at Night the Wood Grouse Plays

Dying Brokenhearted

Ride withered days unfiring the sun,
the nights were soft and cloudless,
the saddened will "be gone"
and winds did lays in forest,
and dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
in days before the fall.

Fight with our hearts and oceans ???
the times were full of magic
and seed with songs unsung,
and winds did lays in forest,
and dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
in days before the fall.

The sweetness, the hacks, now water restrain,
and silently we wallow in memory of the day,
when winds did lays in forest,
and dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
in days before the fall.

Ride withered days unfiring the sun,
the nights were soft and cloudless,
the silent were begone,
and winds did lays in forest,
and dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
in days before the fall...

Empyrium - The Days Before the Fall

Wrapped in morning silence of these emerald streams 
lonesome voice I hear the ravens cry 
grieving art the morning songs 

The love of the forests' tranquility 
just ice cold winds whisper to me 
as if a wild rose were trapped 
my bleeding heart 
a gentle breeze opens wings and [_?_] falls apart 

Enchant 
like a dream 
the Franconian woods 
Enchant me 
embrace me 
Franconian woods 

Autumn infinity 
in the vastness of countless trees 
I walk through purity 
lies in the sceneries 

Cast for this winter hike 
I see the north and it's fountain of light 
morning from ice 
The scenery of the night

Empyrium - The Franconian Woods in Winter

Karges, dunkles Land.
Gänzlich still, weit, unbekannt.
Sollst so manch Legende schüren,
doch heut mir nur die Kutsche führen.

Durch wilde, kahle Klüfte -
hinein ins Ödeland. (still, weit, unbekannt)
Dort herrschen eisge Lüfte,
wie nie zuvor gekannt. (tief drinn im Ödeland)

Wohin ich blick - nur Eis und Schnee...
gespenstge Kiefer, dunkler See...
schauderhaftes schließt mich ein -
kein Weg, kein Steg, kein Lampenschein!

Der Pferde Kräfte schwinden
in einer Nebelwand,
gepeitscht von Geisterwinden,
der Schlaf mich übermannt -
tief drin im Ödeland.

Empyrium - Heimwärts

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

Wie Todeshauch die Nebel fließen,
durch krumm erstarrte Kiefern Wehen,
wo Schatten sich in Silber gießen
und flehend sacht die Winde gehen.
Da liegt erblasst im Winterlicht,
der Weiher still, und atmet nicht!

Empyrium - The Franconian Woods in Winter

Mohammad T. Ali

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