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Beneath a silent stone,
In cold caress of the earth.
Where timeless sleep reigns,
Where world is but a distant toll.
No stars shine, no moon roams,
No sun broods, no winds blow.
No tunes chime amidst the bones,
No prayers for the devils own.
Night falls and dawn breaks again,
Autumns and winters slowly pass.
And all these earthly tremors,
But a remembrance for me.
Mine is this forgotten song,
Buried deep and heard no more.
Mine is this unhallowed sleep,
Deathless wait under the trees.
All the years in vain I fought,
All my deeds have gone to nought.
Unsung is the tale of mine,
Mislaid till the end of time.
Hidden deep under the vale of moon,
Entombed beneath the white flowers of death.
Night falls and dawn breaks again,
Autumns and winters slowly pass.
And all these earthly tremors,
But a remembrance for me.
Mine is this forgotten song,
Buried deep and heard no more.
Mine is this unhallowed sleep,
Deathless wait under the trees.
All the years in vain I fought,
All my deeds have gone to nought.
Unsung is the tale of mine,
Mislaid till the end of time.
"Only the frail words,
Written in the stone...
Retell my name anymore."
"Only the frail words,
Written in the stone...
Recall my days anymore."
Mine is this forgotten song,
Buried deep and heard no more.
Mine is this unhallowed sleep,
Deathless wait under the trees.
All the years in vain I fought,
All my deeds have gone to nought.
Unsung is the tale of mine,
Mislaid till the end of time.
To the end of time,
Unsung is the tale of mine.
The tale of mine, to the end of time...