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 trist
A gloomy grave, a foreseen death, a symbol for our pain
Drowned in a flood of autumn rain
Sillouettes of light astray somewhere in the clouds
Ravens traverse, involving withering shrouds
1997 • Songs Of Moors And Misty Fields
1997 • Songs Of Moors And Misty Fields
1997 • Songs Of Moors And Misty Fields
1997 • Songs Of Moors And Misty Fields
1999 • Where At Night The Wood Grouse Plays
1999 • Where At Night The Wood Grouse Plays
1997 • Songs Of Moors And Misty Fields
1997 • Songs Of Moors And Misty Fields
1999 • Where At Night The Wood Grouse Plays
1996 • A Wintersunset
1996 • A Wintersunset
1999 • Where At Night The Wood Grouse Plays