Mourners
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โฑ๏ธ 9:18 duration
๐ ID: 5637885
๐ Lyrics
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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:42.77] Meagre trees in the shrouds, as old as the stones...
[01:03.73] Mourners of abandon'd love, forever their woes shall grow silent.
[01:24.40] O how many times may the moon has shone - reflected in these black lakes?
[01:44.96]
[01:46.97] Should it be that can hear, the woes of those who ceased their lifes?
[02:05.06]
[02:07.85] O so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
[02:23.96]
[02:27.42] Age-old miserability
[02:36.70] Ancient bitter beauty
[02:44.98]
[04:05.85] Lost is the hope of those, who walk the moors with pain in heart.
[04:24.98]
[04:29.01] ...and all joy it sinks, burried deep, forever presumed dead.
[04:44.94]
[04:49.97] O, so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
[05:05.10]
[05:08.11] Age - old miserability, a bitter beauty thrilling me
[05:21.98]
[01:03.73] Mourners of abandon'd love, forever their woes shall grow silent.
[01:24.40] O how many times may the moon has shone - reflected in these black lakes?
[01:44.96]
[01:46.97] Should it be that can hear, the woes of those who ceased their lifes?
[02:05.06]
[02:07.85] O so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
[02:23.96]
[02:27.42] Age-old miserability
[02:36.70] Ancient bitter beauty
[02:44.98]
[04:05.85] Lost is the hope of those, who walk the moors with pain in heart.
[04:24.98]
[04:29.01] ...and all joy it sinks, burried deep, forever presumed dead.
[04:44.94]
[04:49.97] O, so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
[05:05.10]
[05:08.11] Age - old miserability, a bitter beauty thrilling me
[05:21.98]