Funereal Winds Of a Lost Age

Crying eyes of broken memories
Gazing at what nothing was...
Whispering winds caressing old weeps...
Unleashed scents of their final days...
Sun will shine no more...
And the storm is coming... raising...

Seventy dirges gather in this night...
Seventy echoes of mournful memories...

Sweet tragical rapture...
Covered in blood...
Funereal end for a mourner...
Drowned under thee winds...
Yearning with steel
His forever lost ages...