Letras
O Echo, these woods with howling's fill
Sound off my grief, and never may it end
Out of our sight the turn of hand is vanished
Now we must reckon with scars upon the land
Since then to death is gone a soul
Your doleful tunes, sweet gods apply
And you, o' trees, if life there lies
Now through tormented barks obtain
The shrill resounding of my cries
And let my breath, your branches cleave
Distinguished now into words of woe
That so may I my sorrows leave
And thou poor Earth, whom fortunes taint
In natures name shall suffer harm
Upon thy face let ravens swarm
A carrion of earthen fate
O' echo, all these woods with pain
To all reach out my wailful will
Shall all the sea thy tears now be
As golds to rust, and nature still
As golds to rust
As golds to rust, and nature still
O' light of sun, on the greyest day
Help flourish now a youth again
Embattled stags can antlers mend
Unto man's age, death doth descend
Nature with care we can revere
And nurture, so it long remains
Some men resolve to grow a life
But others tear it down again
Some men resolve to grow a life
But others tear it down again, down again