Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows - Transfiguration | Текст песни

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• Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows
• Transfiguration

Nothing in this world
can be as immaculate and pure
as the love of us "Cold Ones" for the dead.
Our love lives only in those fleeting moments
of recollection ... - memories we're fearing to forget.

Our love knows neither kiss, nor touch,
we are embracing dust, air, or ourselves
when visualising what we've lost.
Awoken by a sound, or scent,
some visions call ... sad phantoms ... floating,
wrapped in fading colours ... - our lament.

And then there is the all-devouring dread:
"some day I might not bring him back,
when my feeble mind cannot help but lose ... –
the contours of his face."
Lost forever, lone and sad,
gone forever to the dead.
So far beyond the barriers ... of the opposite space.

Yet ... alas ... despite it all ...
walking through these deserted halls:
"It's easy ... still ... to love the dead ... –
it's easier to love the dead."