Transfiguration Lyrics

Nothing in this world can be as unsullied and pure
As the love of us Cold Ones for the dead.
Our "love" lives only in those fleeting moments... -of recollection;
Memories we're fearing to forget.
Our "Love" knows neither kiss nor touch,
We are embracing dust, air or ourselves
When visualizing what we've lost.
Awoken by a sound or scent,
Some vision call sad phantoms..., fleeting.
Wrapped in fading colours... -our lament.

And there is the all-devouring dread:
"some day I might not bring him back (anymore),
When my conscious mind decides to lose the contours of his face".
Lost forever, lone and sad, gone forever to the dead...-
Far beyond the barriers of the opposite space.
Yet, alas, despite it all...,
Walking through these deserted halls...
It's easy, still, to love the dead...-
It's easier to love the dead.