歌词：
Sopor Aeternus Dead Lovers Sarabande Face Two

: "Rasch, beeilt Euch, steigt hinab, ich hort' ihn atmen dort im Grab! Bringt Licht herbei, brecht auf den Sarg! Was zaudert ihr?! Tut, wie ich sag',

day I might not bring him back ..., when my feeble mind can't help but lose the contours of his face". Lost forever, lone and sad, gone forever to the dead

: Now and then I'm scared, when I seem to forget how sounds become words or even sentences ... No, I don't speak anymore and what could I say, since