[The words for this song is seem to be typical, and like using old cliches, but I tried to use these "banalities" from a different aspect.The atmosphere of the song paints a dark and mesmerizing vision of a self-funeral. As people marching in the cemetery... Marching with the coffin... Marching to the open tomb...]
Disfigured crowds by anguish and emptiness Standing around a mourning-embraced, wet, sable coffin: And crying together with the sombre sky.
I hear their loud cries: Trying to make me feel embittered (without knowing it) I want to sleep I hear the desperate and conclusive words of the priest: They bother me...
Rest.
I feel the cold Slumber's sigh As I dive into my abyssmal Dream At last I hear the pulsating sound Of the old, eroded Deathbells:
Campana Funebris Somno Solvitur
...awake...
Land so soaked Full of mud and flowers A steaming sculpture in the rain Unknown, new feelings in the Aenima Stranger to a World ForeignTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
