Ancient Pine Awaits Songtext
von Tears of Martyr

That it was me
Who saw all of you
Four centuries under my cloak
Took care of souls
Of yours, before
Their last station finally comes

Oh, but I guess
Curtain here will even fall for him!

To the cemetery, last ride
Winding path ahead
The black mountain is by his side
Ancient pine awaits


Open wound skin
Mortal and deep
Gave cover inside to all of your griefs
My time is close...
Unbalanced the scales
Hatchets of time made a dent on me!

Oh, but I guess
Curtain here will even fall for him!

To the cemetery, last ride
Winding path ahead
The black mountain is by his side
Ancient pine awaits

To the cemetery, last ride
Winding path ahead
The black mountain is by his side
Raining tears, souls cry for the Ancient Pine