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 ltre une tombe Sans fin jexiste en vain Profanant mon sommeil funbre Mon triste caveau souvre la vie Sous un ciel dhiver glacial Arrach aux rves ternels Jaspirais 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
la, mon, crypt, grave, dhiver