[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

This morbid night melancholy
Moon of funeral broods
Mist rising from the swamps
Where superstitions are alive
Frogs and crickets please me
Though not long will my ears hear
Not long will
I howl at the moon
The end already creeps on my tongue
Between old suffering trees
I still see that which reminded me
Of a time sorrow had reigned
With hope crushed underneath
A regent to the throne of black memory
Lost, forgotten and waiting for
Hell Asking why
I left at all
Where are my weapons and dreams
There is no death to save me
I have never lived
Obire Pestis
Morbid night melancholy