Songs of Moors & Misty Fields
Album - 1997 - Debaser id 98990

..and many a moon shall rise...
..and lead me into the cold embrace of the night
Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light.
Here is no shelter; no escape from our heart,
Entwined in this tragic embrace I fear and bemourn to depart.

When the shadows fall,
and the sun sets in us all...

Just silent hopes remain & the aching grief that grows
into a bottomless vale I fall - O, I give myself away...
Away! Far away! To this dim and misty place
My heart reflects the night...

Languid moonshine I bath my skin in thee
O may thy beauty be revealed in me.
Silent winds, whisper to me
thy songs of solitude and joy...

Meagre trees in the shrouds, as old as the stones....
Mourners of abandon'd love, forever their woes shall grow silent.
O how many times may the moon has shone - reflected in these black lakes?
Should it be that can hear, the woes of those who ceased their lifes?

O so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
Age-old miserability
Ancient bitter beauty

Lost is the hope of those, who walk the moors with pain in heart.
...and all joy it sinks, burried deep, forever presumed dead.

O, so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
Age - old miserability, a bitter beauty thrilling me

What makes you wander far
Don't know who you are
Now if the vibe is right
I'll go out tonight
Cause it's Buzzcity talking
it's Buzzcity talking
Go and find a late night bar
If I'm not back, leave the door ajar
It's Buzzcity talking
Talking to me
We have sickness in our hair
We have time to spare
You close another door
Break another law when it's
Fast, night goes fast
Oh! Oh! Oh!