Samael
After The Sepulture
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Nothing ever stops
Everything starts again
The end and the beginning
Are eternal lovers
Prisoners of or 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 sepulchre
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 sepulchre
Life is just an illusion
Going round and round
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