Текст: Priscilla Hernandez. Ancient Shadows: The Ghost And The Fairy. Lament.

I moved the moon to grow the tides
just to leave myself drifting in the waves
And I devoured the light of sun
made it black to blind my eyes
and see what eyes can't see
I'll break the root of every tree
and spoil the life from seeds
and curse lands to decay....
I'll make the rivers run back dry
I can't find what I lost
just pebbles, bones and dust
No one stays...
Nothing lasts...
It aches, how deep it aches
It hurts, how deep it hurts
aches?

Now that you?re gone, may all that?s done becomes undone
How deep it aches!