Elegy Of Blood Lyrics - 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