Everything starts again
 The end and the beginning
 Are eternal lovers

 Prisoners of our bodies
 From the cot to the grave
 Impotent puppets
 We aspire to the light

 The sun will turn in black
 You will see the dark, After the sepulture

 Grams of their brother's cries
 Spirit lastly free oneself
 Like raise the incense smoke
 And the funeral orations

 Here time is unreal
 Hours and minutes are meaningless
 Here eternity has a name
 Re morse and penitence

 The sun will turn in black
 You will see the dark, After the sepulture

 Life is just an illusion
 Going round and round