《The gibbet elms》歌词

[00:06:29] We have stood for centuries

[00:06:29] Sentinels that frame the sky

[00:06:29] We have felt the exhalation

[00:06:29] Of souls passed under us

[00:06:29] We have trembled in the cold winds

[00:06:29] That lash the soils of death

[00:06:29] We have drawn upon the poisoned strength

[00:06:29] Of earth steeped in sorrow

[00:06:29] Our limbs have twitched and quivered

[00:06:29] To the sound of myriad snapping necks

[00:06:29] Our roots remained anchored and unmoved

[00:06:29] To the whispers of ending that clamour within

[00:06:29] All now is silent and still

[00:06:29] Yet resting not are the echoes of the lost

[00:06:29] As twilight descends and the murders wheel to roost

[00:06:29] The fallen rise again like mist

[00:06:29] To drape once more from our arms

[00:06:29] Like the rotting sails of a long-abandoned vessel

[00:06:29] The scars of time have reaved their pain not

[00:06:29] As the land sings its death-song again

[00:06:29] We have stood for centuries

[00:06:29] Sentinels that frame the sky

[00:06:29] We have drawn upon the poisoned strength

[00:06:29] Of earth steeped in sorrow

[00:06:29] A final threnody for a forlorn convoy

[00:06:29] That wanders, lost, in this bleak labyrinth

[00:06:29] Condemned to the aether beyond time

[00:06:29] A memorial pain unyielding that seeps into our souls