[Music by Arkdae and Hylgaryss, Lyrics by Hylgaryss]



Le froid envahit sa pauvre ÃÆ'¢me, 

Quand sa tombe se referme sur lui,

La sculpture aux regards infÃÆ'¢mes,

Ferme les yeux, saluant minuit.



Aujourd'hui est mort le paradis, 

Dans ce cimetiÃÆ'¨re triste et si brumeux,

Sous le pÃÆ'¢le visage de Marie,

En ÃÆ'©coutant ce chant misÃÆ'©ricordieux.



[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]