Оригинален текст
Music by Arkdae and Hylgaryss, Lyrics by Hylgaryss
Le froid envahit sa pauvre me,
Quand sa tombe se referme sur lui,
La sculpture aux regards infmes,
Ferme les yeux, saluant minuit.
Aujourd'hui est mort le paradis,
Dans ce cimetire triste et si brumeux,
Sous le ple visage de Marie,
En coutant ce chant misricordieux.
Translation
Funeral
Music by Arkdae and Hylgaryss, Lyrics by Hylgaryss
Coldness overcomes his poor soul
When his tomb shuts on him
The sculpture with vile glance
Close its eyes, greeting midnight
Today Paradise died
In that sad and misty graveyard
Under the pale face of Marie
Listening to that merciful hymn..
Translated from french by Pandora