Morgion - The Mourner's Oak Lyricshere, they shall gather among its bows and hither. in the spring or summer sun, bright are the voices they carry. deep in theearth, its roots doth run. long has it been, how long shall it be. vast does its reach extend...season after season been. hisfeet no longer travel, his mind now steps his bounds. the forest now his flesh, his bones to the earth in dust. nothing, nothingbut time to keep him restless. slowly, slowly aware of his suffering.