[00:44.81]Meagre trees in the shrouds, as olde as the stones....
[01:04.16]Mourners of abandon'd love, forever their woes shall grow silent.
[01:25.06]O how many times may the moon has shone - reflected in these black lakes?
[01:47.41]Should it be that can hear, the woes of those who ceased their lifes?
[02:10.79]O so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
[02:28.25]Age-old miserability
[02:37.74]Ancient bitter beauty
[04:06.26]Lost is the hope of those, who walk the moors with pain in heart. ...and all joy it sinks, burried deep, forever presumed dead.
[04:48.02]O, so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
[05:08.68]Age - old miserability, a bitter beauty thrilling me.