Text Písně: Elegy Of Blood - Yearning

Fallen from grace
My soul's grown old
Birds are dying
as fading light
draws last mourning beam
Across the hillside

Dark moors lay cold
And quiet this night
Blackbirds crying
As freezing moon lays cruel
deathly beams
Through your minds eye

Elegy of what these open wounds
may bleed
All alone with hatred growing
unborn seed

Další písničky hudební skupiny Yearning:

Yearning - Forsaken
Yearning - Frore Meadow
Yearning - In Strange Slowfooted Fever
Yearning - Solitary
Yearning - The Fall

Předchozí písničky hudební skupiny Yearning:

Yearning - A Day When World Started To Weep
Yearning - Aureole
Yearning - Comtemplation
Yearning - Conditio Humana
Yearning - Deathbearer