She lays there dressed in silk.

So pale, so cold.



Your door has opened for all to see.

The pitiness that we suffer.

Guided (to) where no man returns

or ever will, (it is) eternity.



A spokesman of God

gives the beauty away.



You door has been opened for all to see.

The pitiness that we suffer.

Guided (to) where no man returns,

or ever will, (it is) eternity.



A brief moment in black,

is that all?