[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'tre une tombe
Sans fin j'existe en vain
Profanant mon sommeil funbre
Mon triste caveau
s'ouvre la vie
Sous un ciel d'hiver glacial
Arrach aux rves ternels
J'aspirais dj 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