[Poetry : Arnault de Stael]

[Music : Romarik d'Arvycendres]



The frozen crypt is silent ...

As only a grave can be

Endless I live in vain

Roused from my funeral sleep



My untbriven vault is wide

Under the cold winterly sky

Drawn from the eternal dream

I already learn for death



Another wine flushes my veins

And drives me out my grave

My swaddling clothes are of black silk

And my cradle is made of stone



The gothic cemetery crypt

Kisses the scarlet lips of life

From thence I came hither again

For a silhouette through the unlight...

...From beyond the grave



La crypte froide est silencieuse

Comme seule peut l'être une tombe

Sans fin j'existe en vain

Profanant mon sommeil funèbre



Mon triste caveau s'ouvre à la vie

Sous un ciel d'hiver glacial

Arraché aux rêves éternels

J'aspirais déjà à la mort



Clad with a dress of mourning

A leaden beauty arose

Her silken hair lightly floating

She came beside my bed of stone



In a summoning charm

Made of divine progeny

She kissed me with saddened eyes

-"Follow me !" - I follow thee



You shall dwell here eternally

Between the dead and the living



To forever my funeral bride