Текст песни похоронная песня - Tales From The Inverted Womb

Oh alas! Listen my friend
About the beauty of gravestones
Whose gloom is the color of violets
The stained glass light is unbridled.
There the flowers faded long ago
Their fragility beckons
But the perfume soars them all,
How secret that is not disclosed,
Like a dream, a memory
What is stored in the crypt
Waiting for that moment
When they remember him again.
Maybe someone will be a guest
Who wants to be free
From madness, sickness
What he can’t understand.
His sign is that confusion
What gives rise to a heavy moan -
After all, in my head
He hears the songs of the dead.
His quest for silence
His thirst for silence
Bring him underground
The secret trail of eternal darkness
Where will he find, shuddering,
Horror embraced all,
Behind the black door ... do you hear? ..
Something is sleeping quietly here.
This is a little kid
The dead boy lies here.
He is so fragile ... so scared ...
So sad is the light ...