[01:27.562]Withered be the flower
[01:30.645]Long past it's prime and bloom
[01:34.202]Forgotten on the stony bed
[01:38.318]This silent hillside tomb
[01:42.967]For coppered be the grip
[01:45.329]Of this wooded land
[01:49.103]A crude cold gauntlet
[01:52.185]Hides the boney hand
[02:25.935]Tears once warmed the ground
[02:28.537]Torn out of eyes that could cry no more
[02:32.946]Compassion for the wind to take
[02:36.963]O doth pity the bastard poor
[02:40.577]A life of misery and hate
[02:43.810]Upon a chance a twist of fate
[02:47.495]The poison from the goblet ran
[02:50.032]Down the throat of her drunken man

Withered be the flower
Long past it's prime and bloom
Forgotten on the stony bed
This silent hillside tomb
For coppered be the grip
Of this wooded land
A crude cold gauntlet
Hides the boney hand
Tears once warmed the ground
Torn out of eyes that could cry no more
Compassion for the wind to take
O doth pity the bastard poor
A life of misery and hate
Upon a chance a twist of fate
The poison from the goblet ran
Down the throat of her drunken man