Lifeless they fall apart... golden as our
precious art... My love sinks into a thick
grey veil of mist.
Trees... leafless trees... the epitaph of
the sun. What once was green presents now
grey and t
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- EMPYRIUM - Autumn Grey Views
- EMPYRIUM - Dying BrokenheartedA bed of moss was granted, she laid down with a sigh, Embraced by the green blankets
- EMPYRIUM - Lover's Griefgothic moon thy shine encharmest me tonight Bereavest me of sleep, makest me wander under thy light. Thou letst abloom my heart until the very last of thy ray, Shine! Bereaver of sleep, ere black cl
- EMPYRIUM - Many Moons Ago...A night of december so dark and cold, I walked a path ages old The moon amongst the clouds revealed lightning valleys, forest and field Embraced by silence I wandered the moor an endless landscape b
- EMPYRIUM - MournersMeagre 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 ? S
- EMPYRIUM - Ode To MelancholyMelancholy - still my desire for thy precious tragedian wine... Sweep me away, into the vale of thine! Where sorrow's strong and so is joy. Melancholy - still my desire, O let my heart by thee
- EMPYRIUM - The Blue Mists Of Night...and many a moon shall rise... ...and lead me into the cold embrace of the night Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light. Here is no shelter; no escape from our heart, Entwined in
- EMPYRIUM - The Sad Song Of The WindBes till, O wand'rer! Dost thou not hear the sad song of night? How the wind does beckon thee to the rest of a while and to lend him thine ear? What woeful tale does it tell tonight?
- EMPYRIUM - The Shepherd And The Maiden Ghost't was an eve in late summer, autumn was nigh still a warm sun did colour the sky The meadows did shine in a strange golden light and vales did forth the soft haze of night When through the air
- EMPYRIUM - When Shadows Grow LongerWhen shadows grow longer and the sun sets for the forthcoming night; our sorrow is stronger as darkness and death are now near by our side.
- EMPYRIUM - Where At Night The Wood Grouse PlaysWhen through the starry night the mists of autumn glide the air is filled with tragedies of olden times Where with a dreadful tone a nightbird plays its song