Le froid envahit sa pauvre me,

Quand sa tombe se referme sur lui,

La sculpture aux regards infmes,

Ferme les yeux, saluant minuit.



Aujourd'hui est mort le paradis,

Dans ce cimetire triste et si brumeux,

Sous le ple visage de Marie,

En coutant ce chant misricordieux.



[Translation]



[Funeral]



[Music by Arkdae and Hylgaryss, Lyrics by Hylgaryss]



Coldness overcomes his poor soul

When his tomb shuts on him

The sculpture with vile glance

Close its eyes, greeting midnight



Today Paradise died

In that sad and misty graveyard

Under the pale face of Marie

Listening to that merciful hymn..