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Songs of Moors and Mısty Fıelds

When Shadows Grow Longer

When 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.
Many a sun will set and tears of grief will be shed...

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 this tragic embrace I fear and bemourn to depart.

When the shadows fall,
and the sun sets in us all...

Just silent hopes remain & the aching grief that grows
into a bottomless vale I fall - O, I give myself away...
Away! Far away! To this dim and misty place
My heart reflects the night...

Languid moonshine I bath my skin in thee
O may thy beauty be revealed in me.
Silent winds, whisper to me
thy songs of solitude and joy...

Mourners

Meagre trees in the shrouds,
As olde as the stones...
Mourners of abandoned love,
For never 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 lives?

O so old they are...
They bare the never-ending 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,
Buried deep, forever presumed dead.

O so old they are...
They bare the never-ending grief...
Age - old miserability,
A bitter beauty thrilling me

Ode to Melancholy

Melancholy - 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 inspire...
O fill the air with thy sweet scent,
Let thy light, thy star crescent.

Wherever she dwells I will bid a farewell sigh
For she dwells with beauty - beauty that must die
And deep inside me I will wait for her return
To her enchanting, awe-inspiring flame I'll yearn

O lust and rueful thought be mine,
My soul enhanced, desires...
Melancholy.
My heart is thine.

Lover's Grief

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

The Ensemble of Silence

And again the moon is on the wave, gliding gently into me,
on silent wings the night comes from there,
as my heart longs to thee...

...for in my hand I still hold the rose that froze long times ago,
its leafs have withered, it ceased to grow - left in me is woe.

The wine of love, is o so sweet, but bitter is regret,
I knew at sunset I would meet the ascending veils of dread.

Before my eyes nocturnal curtains fall,
The dark and gentle haze of the night, greedily devours all.

[The Night:]
"Woe to him whose heart is filled with bitter rue and who drowns in grief."

In the silence of the night I loose myself,
it makes me drunken with its sweet blue sound.

In the drunk'ness of solitude
I fear no more the solemn realms of death
No single sigh from my lips as I drink the wine of bitterness
My heart is aching nevermore
for I know that all may end
Just I and the poetry of the night
Now forever one...

Just I and the poetry of the night, now forever one,
The ensemble of silence plays so beautiful for me...