[00:26.58]This morbid night melancholy[00:27.21]Moon of funeral broods[00:27.75]Mist rising from the swamps[00:31.83]Where superstitions are alive[00:37.56]Frogs and crickets please me[01:10.71]Though not long will my ears hear[01:11.28]Not long will[01:11.55]I howl at the moon[01:11.88]The end already creeps on my tongue[01:12.54]Between old suffering trees[01:21.93]I still see that which reminded me[01:22.71]Of a time sorrow had reigned[01:23.22]With hope crushed underneath[01:23.82]A regent to the throne of black memory[01:24.63]Lost, forgotten and waiting for[01:27.51]Hell Asking why[01:29.94]I left at all[01:30.21]Where are my weapons and dreams[02:23.61]There is no death to save me[02:34.74]I have never lived[02:35.13]Obire Pestis[02:35.43]Morbid night melancholy