So I reel away to a vale
of cists in front of me wilting I fall to the ground
endless buried names of forlorn games unable to reach the gate the stones on which he lain all knew his name Fare you well my mother I shall search your flames
in the four winds of the land Fare you well my dear son Never forget the end I awake by moonlight under a lorn tree
a forgotten might
forces me to the sea By a lonly seashore a fair young naiad beholds me the spray whispers my name I laud her embrace , my wild young sea So In desperate longing I take my path unable to turn around a forgotten might lames my will But in my dreams I can hear her voice a flame in the dark a forgotten might makes me chill By a lonly tree a fair maiden beholds me Eyes of soil , a sylvan goddess her beauty lames my forlorn heart
silently the stones whisper a name I laud her embrace like a fuddled bard So In desperate. By a bleak ghastly champaign a gibbous moon illuminates staring eyes in the wind burning like infernal blazes I will never laud her cold embrace But her flames calls my name.
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