After the Sepulture

Nothing ever stops

Everything starts again

The end and the beginning

Are eternal lovers

Prisoners of our bodies

From the cot to the grave

Impotent puppets

We aspire to the light

The sun will turn in black

You will see the dark, after the sepulture

Grams of their brother's cries

Spirit lastly free oneself

Like raise the incense smoke

And the funeral orations

Here time is unreal

Hours and minutes are meaningless

Here eternity has a name

Remorse and penitence

The sun will turn in black

You will see the dark, after the sepulture

Life is just an illusion

Going round and round