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Sopor Aeternus Dead Lovers Sarabande Face One

speak anymore and what should I say, since no- one is there and there is nothing to say? All is oppressive, alles ist schwer, there is no-one and NO-ONE

: From far beyond the veil of sleep some ancient voice does seem to whisper my forgotten name weakly, yet solemnly. So remotely that one night think

: Ich wollte hinaus in den Garten, zu begraben meines Liebsten Gebein', doch als ich kam zu der Tur seiner Kammer, da offnet' ich sie und trat hinein

Oh, may her sleep, Which is enduring, so be deep! Heaven have her in its sacred keep! This chamber changed for one more holy, This bed for one more melancholy