[00:02.10]Transfiguration
[00:04.12]Sopor Aeternus
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[01:27.67]Nothing is in this world can be
[01:30.30]As immaculate and pure
[01:33.03]As the love of us Cold Ones for the dead.
[01:39.76]Our love lives only in those fleeting moments of recollection ...
[01:43.02]- memories we're fearing to forgot.
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[02:17.26]Our love knows neither kiss or touch'
[02:20.54]We are embracing dust'
[02:23.27]Air or ourselves when visualizing what we've lost.
[02:29.57]Awoken by a sound or scent'
[02:32.61]Some visions call sad phantoms ...'
[02:35.56]Floating' wrapped in fading colours ...- our lament.
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[03:08.78]And then there is the all-devouring dread:
[03:14.63]"some day I might not bring him back ...'
[03:20.57]When my feeble mind can't help but lose the contours of his face".
[03:33.36]Lost forever' lone and sad' gone forever to the dead ...
[03:44.32]- so far beyond the barriers of the opposite space.
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[03:57.79]Yet' alas' despite it all ...
[04:03.15]Walking through these deserted halls ...
[04:10.74]It's easy ... still ... to love the dead...-
[04:18.84]It's easier to love the dead.