სულ რამოდენიმე ჯგუფზე გამომყვა განსაკუთრებული სიყვარული და ეს ერთ-ერთი პირველია..
Meagre trees in the shrouds,
as olde as the stones....
Mourners of abandoned love,
fornever their woes shall grow silent.
O how many times may the moon has shone -
reflected in these black lakes?
Should it be that we 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
O gothic 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 clouds hide thee away....
I know this can't be eternal!
No love hath ever conquered the borders of time!
No beauty is everlasting, not even thine!
But o how I wished your heart would fore'er be mine...
Thy eyes caress myself to endure these painful lies...
The moon's persistance makest me ask...
Why can't we be stars?
Stars that shine forever...
Stars that unite with the night...
At the horizon the dark stormclouds of sorrow have gathered their might,
neither the moon nor the stars reveal their light this night
..and rain is falling, pouring down into my soul,
while wild weeping clouds enwrapp me in their woe
This post has been edited by DoomVS: on 14 May 2013, 22:27 
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