Текст песни
greeting all the days that befall
on the seashore i espy
hear these words
In the groves of death, returned to the hearth, dark berry from my mother s womb
I strolled from the woods, for the worst to come my way, i was affrighted at my birth
Bewildered from the start, no moon will beam the, in the evening of a grey day
Bewildered from the start, no laughter heard the, into this vile life i was hurled
Life may be grim but death is more austere, faint-hearted and careworn
Of the hallowed trees, the darkling wilds
I was affrighted at my birth, make good use of your brief days
Here i would lie to the end of the days, life may be grim but death is more austere
In the woods the fiends sigh, on the seashore i espy
Here i would lie to the end of the days, by yourself you sit and wait
Of those been, in these narrow rooms Death, of those been
faint-hearted and careworn
i swear i heard the demons neigh
No moon will beam, here i would lie to the end of the days
Greeting all the days that befall, warn away all yours fears
on the seashore i espy
Here i would lie to the end of the days, into this vile life i was hurled, by yourself you sit and wait
By yourself you will have time to repent, make good use of your brief days
better it would be to stay in the shades
ill-assorted with this life
no laughter heard
In the woods the fiends sigh, i swear i heard the demons neigh
your son is not made for this world
In these narrow rooms, and with a restful mind i roamed, i was affrighted at my birth
Faint-hearted and careworn, greeting all the days that befall, i swear i heard the demons neigh
Here i would lie to the end of the days, for the worst to come my way, the darkling wilds
the dreadful void under the tides
I strolled from the woods, by yourself you sit and wait, your son is not made for this world
The dreadful void under the tides, into this vile life i was hurled