After the Sepulture

Nothing ever stops Everything starts again The end and the beginning Are eternal lovers Prisoners of or 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 sepulchre 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 Remorse and penitence The sun will turn in black You will see the dark... After the sepulchre Life is just an illusion Going round and round